Moonbow
A misty call
Where drops doth fall
In moonlit night
By silvery light
Down glowing cliffs
Bright moonlit cliffs
A constant flow
A sight unknown
Yet not the lark
Has seen this arc
Nor has the crow
This bending bow
Down glowing cliffs
Bright moonlight cliffs
A steady stream
A radiant beam
Copyright © Isaac Abinante | Year Posted 2016
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