The moon just shines upon my face,
Never has it felt my grace.
Yet it still lingers every night,
Just lingering in my line of sight.
Smiling, happy, gracious moon,
I gaze upon you from my room.
I ponder upon your magnificent presence,
And the feeling that’s felt in your absence.
What have I done to be graced by thee?
What is there in store for me?
To you my moon there are two sides,
One I see, the other hides.
I’m not that bold either so I let it pass,
And simply give in to the spell you’ve cast.
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About the Creator
Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
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