Monday, August 11, 2014

Moon


What a sight
Oh how bright
You are to night

As I bow
I wonder how
I will go now

The songs of your praise
Give me raise
As I fall into a daze

For I love how you look
And not in a cook 
book

As the night comes to an end
And you begin your descend
I will miss you my friend.

©2014 Brady L.B.

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