A Moon Poem
The moon is ageless, smiling down from above
She starts the wolf howl with a croon they all love
Her shine cuts through the trees, she is white as a dove
The light side however is one side only of
The moon
The crescent moon
Hear the wolves croon
At the phasing moon
The dark side is against the light
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Poets, may your days be the way you like them, whether rainy, sunny, or overcast with anticipation for a storm.
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