each 'Moon' i wish to know
and it is just as keen
as it i know
rustic creamy and it's
rushing always rushing
spinning like a top
as i
from coming in and out.
Many different faces
up and down i pass them by
always quite like some secret
that i know they've left inside.
But too me the moon one
different side
the side that's haloed
path i see,
moon made it just for me.
it is there between each cliff
i sit
and watch the rest dropp out.
while i am pulled up safe
each night
each night, i come inside.
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