Times and times
Hundreds
And thousands
Maybe more
Million
I have seen face of moon
In full, round
And in half,
Crescent
But today
She’s my love
She’s so close
In my arms
Beautiful
And sexy
Playful
She’s handing in sky
Far in west
But somehow on my chest
She’s holding a sheer white cloth
Must be silk (I assume)
She uses as do so Indians
(When they dance)
Cover- show black eyes
Today I feel in love
With the this moon
But how long will it last?
With Russian in Crimea...
Will there be bomb blast?
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