Written by DebB
4-7-2011
Moon rises high in the night
Clouds roll over to darkness
Crows fly by a cawing
The chill of the darkness bites
That makes you feel frieght
Clouds pass on by to reveal the light
Moon by night to Light the path
I walk to see nights mircales
Flowers of night open to me
So I may see what's true to the nights moon.
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