This destination where neither planes or travel agents can claim,
an abode for the weary and dreamers
Will you come fly with me to this place called Moon
She is shy and only reveals herself in the night,
a bride in her wedding gown
waiting at the altar for her handsome groom,
This bright-eyed woman from this place called Moon.
Fly with me if you will,
but know that I don’t plan on returning,
rather I’ll spend my days in this place called Moon.
Categories: Poetry
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