As the moon sidles up Must she sidle up, As trips the scared moon Away must she trip: “His light had struck me blind Dared I stop’. She sings as the moon sings: “I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly’. All creation shivers With that sweet cry
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Thank you for your comment. It is a beautiful poem. I am happy you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day. Stay healthy. Stay strong. Ray
Wow that’s such a sweet reply! You too stay safe!-Melissa