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The Love of the Moon
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Beauty As the crickets sing sweet lullabies
The frogs hum an aristocratic tone
Stars fancy a twinkle
The moon so bright, on it's throne
Street lights tend to flicker
As if they have sleepless tire
Moths dance where shadows won't
As if they'd catch on fire
The grass is kissed with a wetness
So sweetly lingered into dawn
Whispers of remembrance flow
Left, as suddenly as it's spawned
Flowers reaching for the skies
Welcoming the warmth of rays
The moon honing for his love
Beckoning the day
