Who Mourns the Moon? Poem Part One
When the sun descends
Below the western line
Darkness creeps out and reclaims the sky
Amongst the jewels flung through the night
The moon rises
steadily, into sight
“Hello Moon.”
When the sun descends
Below the western line
Darkness creeps out and reclaims the sky
Amongst the jewels flung through the night
The moon rises
steadily, into sight
“Hello Moon.”
