the moonA Poem by mariea little on the spot writing:)
I saw the moon bright as day.
It sang to me again. It danced with the stars, who did play, And said I was a friend The white man smiled on the waning nights; Scaring away little girls frights. Who are you? It asked again. I tell you the truth, I am a friend. © 2015 marieAuthor's Note
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