Moon Talks
It's that time of the night again
when I call the moon to my window sill
Eager to tell it stories of the day gone by
Because it listens to them silent and still...
I ramble on my thoughts, my angst, my pain
while it travels past the night with little stress or strain
As it bids goodbye at the break of dawn
I know it will miss me too like a lover lovelorn !
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