The moon chips off its gentle side
Showing off one of its darkest shade
Pregnant with clouds, the red sky
Blankets the moon, I crane to see
The red cookie behind its tail
Can’t see it naught.
Eclipse on my side of the world
Are only the faint memories of you
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
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