sábado, 23 de octubre de 2010

The grace of the moon

I had never seen the  moon
as I hid  in my room
frost in my thoughts
in the night I was lost
under special circumstances
through the trees
between the leaves
someone looking for a pet
shot the moon with no regret
enjoying its trace
I learnt about its grace
I spy it now each day
when it grows or when it fades

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