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The child's wonder
At the old moon
Comes back nightly.
She points her finger
To the far silent yellow thing
Shining through the branches
Filtering on the leaves a golden sand,
Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!"
And in her bed fading to sleep
With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.

Added: 16 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 5 Jul 2008 4:19 AM | Viewed: 3714 times

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