Tag: poetry on full moon
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Moon Lit night
Clouds whisper to the moon, as he passes her tanned face, curtains her with white smoke, to rave themselves in a secret place, I, breathe in silence, peeping over the window sill
Clouds whisper to the moon, as he passes her tanned face, curtains her with white smoke, to rave themselves in a secret place, I, breathe in silence, peeping over the window sill