The moonA Poem by a_methyste When I was three years old My mother showed me the moon And I looked at it in awe I did not know anything About aesthetics Or beauty I just did it that way.
When I was three years old
My mother showed me the moon And I looked at it in awe I did not know anything About aesthetics Or beauty I just did it that way. © 2024 a_methyste |
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