Monday, July 2, 2018

Done Valentine

A narrow window has the sun
To play and run
The moon is always watching
 
Its cat-like ways
Of creeping up its Cheshire
Grin some days
 
That that that it moans
When the sun
Only wants this
 
This old tree
Or this one kiss
Will satisfy
 
But the moon is always hovering nearby
Eager to devour the sun
With its said and done

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