Man in the Moon

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Man in the Moon

Wrapped in a blanket of ebony, your magnificent light  radiates perfection
Glowing shades of yellow, such a glorious complexion
shining so bright on such a cruel world.. most are sound asleep
except the ones who are on the run, hiding what they've done.. in the shadows that's where they creep
I love to gaze upon your beauty, you are a work of art.
Oh prodigious moon, play me a tune..
using the strings of my heart
Wrapped in a blanket of ebony, your magnificent light  radiates perfection
Glowing shades of yellow, such a glorious complexion
shining so bright on such a cruel world.. most are sound asleep
except the ones who are on the run, hiding what they've done.. in the shadows that's where they creep
I love to gaze upon your beauty, you are a work of art.
Oh prodigious moon, play me a tune..
using the strings of my heart.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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