He spoke quietly
with the white moon,
heard it whisper,
‘what was may not be
and what is, may not
be tomorrow’;
the moon turned
a pale yellow as
the evening grew.
WISE MOON
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He spoke quietly
with the white moon,
heard it whisper,
‘what was may not be
and what is, may not
be tomorrow’;
the moon turned
a pale yellow as
the evening grew.