Moon
The shadows wash over the moon tide town A shining white crescent now falling down. Past the mountains that peek from afar and around the valley where the lakes are. Reflecting the beauty like an opaque mirror The lake holding close every second it clearer. It will not glisten until the evening sun sets and the moon then will pay it's nightly debtsI need some suggestions on my writing. Any out there wanting to comment? Written October 3rd, 2001 © on Oct 03 2001 07:35 AM PST, Thomas Rudd 0 • 10
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