I saw in a dream all of a sudden the Moon collapsed
And I cried; Sun came to me like an old friend and murmured,
' Not to worry my chum and she will be back when the world turns better.'
* The poor man's worst enemy is Hunger.
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Wistful, poignant and very lovely. You are in good poetic voice today. Write on, my gifted friend. Warmest regards, Sandra