Moon
The dreamy lovers walk
And gaze at Earth -
A pretty marble ball.
Their home since birth,
This dreary lunar base,
So lacking mirth.
But, oh, imagine turf
Or kissing by a firth.
for Lisa's contest, 21st April
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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