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Pale Moon
Moon sings and sighs
narrating her past,
autumnal cloud spreads
over our happiness.
Lofty forest is going to cry
when the ray of the moon whispers
„ What did it happen with the moon? „
that the moon is sad and does not smile.
The ray of the moon warmed up
all is moving in this forest
that any animal is asking
how to be helped
proud moon in the sky.
I feel the ray of the moon
in my palm.
I carres and spoil her
then the moon smiles me
because the sadness has gone.
poem
by
Valentin Gabriel Cristea
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