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Child Moon

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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!”
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

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Harleen Quinzel 21 February 2019

I love Carl Sandburg's poems. They are so sweet.

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 05 September 2014

i am this the child that makes the moon her nightly sleeping pill

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