The inferior quality of the light the Moon blows, 
Lays not a secret, in the Sun’s brilliant glows.
        
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        You wouldn’t understand us
As we see things in a different light
Which is no light
Dogs, cats, car, bus
        
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        Hopelessness and despair
On a bed tainted with Death
And above, a deep layer of dying air
A frail voice, “Dog (doc) , do I have any hope left? ”
        
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                    Rants And Tastes- My Heavenly Mother
                    
                    The inferior quality of the light the Moon blows, 
Lays not a secret, in the Sun’s brilliant glows.
Directing your energy on people, 
Living in places sprawling miles apart, 
Even where my contented goats fart, 
In the solitude of my shepherd’s estate
Can I feel your heavenly warmth, shining radiantly down like darts.
Frustrated I must admit, 
Of the beads of salty water you forced me to emit, 
I still sincerely appreciate your generosity.
Though, yet again, 
I enjoy the cooling land breeze that I gain
When you cease the day, 
After I patiently seize the day
Wait, that is your doing too, 
Right?
                

 
                    