Duece Tri Ott

Many Moons smile and glow
Day after day they come
Nights then they go
They favor no one
They smile their white face
They illuminate the dark
They rise different
But the same
A new face every month
Day after day
slivered or full
or waxing or new
waning to reach out
and touch my soul

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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