The Moon Bridge - Poem by Ari Alsio
The woman is the sweetest,
why do the menus in a different way?
Terrible and beautiful,
I am looking for ugliness like faun
A woman alone on a cliff,
I think not only to be alone,
watching him, many secretly,
memories for his return.
It was summer was evening,
sea moon bridge.
Campfire embers had come,
and they put like crazy!
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