Moon
Was crying...
With the rain...!
Clouds are
Close the moon...
Moon cry...
Try with cry...
Cry with try...
With rain...rain... rain...
But...
Rain did not cry...
Why...!
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Otteri I was told when I was very young, that when it rains the Angels of heaven cry for all humankind. We know now that that isn't really true...or is it? Sometimes when we look at the Moon, it has a clouded veil over it like a fog. This veil can be viewed as hiding its tears from us. Just think what early humans would have thought if the craters of the Moon resembled that of a sad face, instead of a permanent smiley one. Thank you for sharing this very heartfelt and soulful poem. Barbara