The only moon shines through all the woods.
People watch it in different moods.
Cheerful ones see a baby cradle.
Some blame the bow to be horrible.
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The mystery of the moonlight. Who can solve it? Such light is a poem in itself.Excxellent. Regards, Sandra Fowler