The moon weeps
Without a warning
In the ebony night
When it becomes lonesome
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I love the sentiment and the rhythm of this poem. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb
And so it will shall be, as the moon still shines, despite all its astonomical intrusions...Fine Penning, my friens...Intruiging & creative pholosophy... FJR
Unusual thought, that the moon would weep from loneliness. Why not think that the moon would shine brighter without all the competition....or not at all, because of the storm clouds...interesting...