Category : Poems

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Dip down you moon
With your illuminesc ballroom
A Star studded burlesque 
As a parade of darkness
Anxiously awaits you 
And Upon your arrival
Oh how they'll swoon
Center ring the only one
Betrothingly fit
 for a queen such as you
And as You brighten cool nights
With A Pale daffodil's hue
You cast a spell on the masses
And you win your subdue
Wild Dreams run rampant 
While sound sleeping renews
But in the win ...moon, sadly you see that you lose
A weeping bell of her own ball
Oh how she broods
Having casted all her audience 
With a spell they must snooze