The Moon - Poem by Vincent Silvertop
Is love faithfull as the moon.
Does it exist,
Is it like thecypress tre with its shadow.
Witch you like to sleep under.
Or is it like.
Or like the field of daffodills that diverts.
To the beautifull sun and captivating.
Rendring to slavery for devotion to gainly oblivion
For a sunny tommorow.
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