Rapid tapping at the window Anoying to others but not me Insperation to all my wrighting Never stoping in my mind Forever falling onto earth Around us everyday Lightly spalshing on my face Lingering on after the clouds fade away
Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2005 @ 07:35am
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A poem of the MOON..
Oh on the first night of a moon dance the children cried to setting moon that once filled the skies with its sorrowful tune the green grass benieth there feet smelled nice and sweet as the sun rose and stayed the children of the moon faded away as the days pass the moon becoms sad as the faces he loved have now come and passed the moon grows old as the children of night finaly return to see there last site they fall asleep under the moon and never wake again