We Bless The Moon
With Maria and Son in
The crescent so clear up the sky
The patterned star disciples twinkle
Glee marks all over, my love's face
She pulls, sits besides me and points up the sky
I know, I feel, I smile, with content she is.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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