Friday, July 31, 2015


I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

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