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Melody Of Moon

It is hard to hear sun from a
shadow of clouds, and I strain
to belong to the warmth of
sun song...

the melody of moon being
stronger and real, ...though
she sings only gloom and a
melancholy doom... still, tis
she who sings lyrics my own
heart beats out, and there is
comfort in this when the sun
is blocked out...

and so deep in the treeline we
sing of such things as to fell
the night owls with a sadness
that stings... and the stars,
well, they shine on and shine
on till day, and then still...
crouched in treeline I sit and I
pray....to hear sun...

M P 27/5/21

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Greg D

Hi Marion, this was interesting and different, keep up the good work. And I genuinely hope you get to bask in that beautiful life giving sunshine! I can only assume you truly deserve it :)ย 

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Marion

Thanks so much Greg...appreciated x

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Jill Tait

That sun will be shining again one day all be it with smithereens of tarnished tints my lovely lass โค๏ธ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿฅ€

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Marion

๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•

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Jill Tait

๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ

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Tony Taylor

STUNNING MARION!!.......This sings like music when read aloud.....truly beautiful poetry......and food for the soul.....especially when absorbed with the understanding that this most poetic song is born from the pain of loss!!......PINNED!!....wow!!....your pen is mighty!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xoย  :ย  )

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Marion

Aw thankyou Tony...truly appreciated my friend ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—

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