Man in the Moon, by Kayla
Wrapped in a blanket of ebony, your magnificent light
Glowing shades of yellow, such a glorious complexion
shining so bright on such a cruel world.. most are sound
except the ones who are on the run, hiding what they've
done.. in the shadows that's where they creep
I love to gaze upon your beauty, you are a work of art.
Oh prodigious moon, play me a tune..
using the strings of my heart
|Posted: 2018-11-06 07:00:41 UTC|
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