Bri Edwards Moon Poems

Speak to me, Moon, of what you see.
Oh! I forgot; you CAN'T see. Pardon me.

Then speak to me, Moon, of what you hear.
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Many moons ago in a desert landscape,
a little girl, up from Earth, at me did gape.
She had long straight black hair (with one curl) .
I'd watch her ply** the bricks and sometimes twirl.
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Have you not seen the pale Moon at Midday?
But "each dawn claims the rising sun" is alright.
Gather woes if you really must; I say THAT's OK.
Claim all of them if it lessons your pitiful plight!
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