The Moon of Myths
the ruby red in
october
the crystally white in
feburary
as the winds blow across the night time skies
the moon becomes shurrded in the mist of
may
a round dimond pearl
shining above the citites ans towns
looking down at the few
who still belive that big silver thing
is the ruler of night
and still has a few more ancient mysteries to solve
honor the moon
for it's more than just a big white shiny rock
what few know is
the moon holds your life in
it's craters
poem by Unknown To Mind
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