Love in danger
Times and times
Hundreds
Or thousands
It can be
Millions
I have seen the moon’s face
(In full; round
And in half,
Crescent)
But today
She’s my love
She’s so close
(In my arms)
Beautiful
She’s sexy
(Playful)
She’s hanging in sky
But somehow
On my chest
She’s holding a kerchief
(I assume made of silk)
Holds it like Indians
Covering black eyes
To show them with makeup
Today I
Feel in love
With the moon
But how long will it last?
With war drums on Russia
Will there be a bomb blast?
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