LunaA Poem by andrew mitchell
Luna.
Her name Luna, a silvery goddess baring all, fair to the heaven's above. Hiding behind Cirrus being somewhat shy, she didn't want to show her full moons just yet being in the stage of waxing. Funny! I always thought someone took a bite out of her cherry, Miss Crescentic. But then getting up closer I became her lunar module, playing on her landscape, suit and all.
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Added on November 12, 2016 Last Updated on November 12, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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