THE MOON (Lune)A Chapter by Dhaye"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night." ---W. ShakespeareAs I look above That moonlight, It hides from the clouds. I wait in distress Gaze again But darkness is there. With regret I sit Asking why Where’s the shaft of light? I consent it’s true What they say It glimmers just once. © 2014 DhayeAuthor's Note
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