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XoGqNl
No.944
>I wrote this.
The white moon with spots and such,
With joy I couldn't tell or glee much,
Was it the regret of impeding leave, just as the morning birds in early December start to shriek?
Or was it delight at theend of duty ,
As the solar prince arrives to take his crown,proud and moody?
The black of the night had already been, dethroned, by the sapphire queen,
Now the bright faced youth , pleasing to the eye, holds her hand , in a royal wedding, on this morn' freezing,
All set to bring the crown prince.
As I write blue, with my black pen, a thing passes the moon, I know not what, signalling the end , vowing to return , after, the coronation's end.
XoGqNl
No.946
>>945
Thank you anun
