The moon
It's glare is like eyes Never leaving you,fortelling our lives Its beams are glowing embers of our souls on and on it continuously glows. Big and round when its full like our minds when we mull or half and half in midnight skys when our minds tell us lies. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 11:11 AM PST 0 • 13
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"It's glare is like eyes..."