To- Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

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The moon now rises bright,
Is shedding tender light.
I try not to think of thee,
In grief I should not be.

I will wait like the rest,
And never lose my zest.
I'd share with thee the beams,
And seek thee in my dreams.

Sept.18,2013.

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