Sigh
Full, half, or crescent
When I look at the moon
My thoughts drift to you
Poetic musings
Full, half, or crescent
When I look at the moon
My thoughts drift to you
Peek a boo moon
Backdrop to trees
Half missing
Tide draws me to you
Creeping branches, moon
Racing to the sea
wild Mare
Midnight twilight run
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