Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face
Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face
When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king
Looking back, find nothing I want to hide
do most of it again, complete the ring.
Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs
where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face
For such times, my soul now so deeply longs
without sad heartache, I want to erase.
Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark
sadness flows in, reminds me of my past
I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark
the good times flew away far, far too fast.
When young, so damn foolish in my great pride
My darkness did things I can not abide!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 114
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