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
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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