![]() MoonA Poem by QueA memory of mine, your face so fine.
Like a fairy in the forest, time with you is rare indeed.
I shed a tear in loss, when you hide away.
With each of your comings, night life is lit by song.
As sure as the stars shine, you're the dove of the sky.
A cereus did bloom for me, your sweet voice bid it so.
Only one so grand as you, has the power grant wings.
All in good time, I'll rise to be with you. © 2008 Que |
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