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Mystics
and magicians
All marvel at the moon.
Musicians forever strive
To find its essence in a tune. It's
as if the moon, our brother,
Our sister, our dear friend,
Has been a close companion
Since all time began. |
So
play for me a moon song
Soothe the longing in my heart
That yearns to fill the void left
From thinking we are apart.
Bring to me
a bowl
I will collect the lunar rays
And weave them into stories
To brighten up our days.
--Rhea
Giffin ©1999 |
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