Poetry

Moon

This destination where neither planes or travel agents can claim,

an abode for the weary and dreamers

Will you come fly with me to this place called Moon

She is shy and only reveals herself in the night,

a bride in her wedding gown

waiting at the altar for her handsome groom,

This bright-eyed woman from this place called Moon.

Fly with me if you will,

but know that I don’t plan on returning,

rather I’ll spend my days in this place called Moon.

Categories: Poetry

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