- Oh moon, the queen of night,
exposed her goods
illuminated light on
skies
and woods
and all its roads.
Oh, She's desired like Eden's Eve!
From vivid passion, she got stout
Instead, the graceful curve she’d got,
You cannot see her back a lot.
Her juicy sides were filed with beams,
her cheeks grew round.
Where messy clouds were tern apart
or changed like river
into milky streams.
She stares on us from highs
in all her gracefful thrill.
I know your time is over soon
But yet
But still,
You're wonderful, oh, moon!
Moon
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2010
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