The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide :
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside–
Verse 61
31 Saturday May 2008
Posted in Uncategorized
%d bloggers like this:
31 Saturday May 2008
Posted in Uncategorized
The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide :
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside–
🙂
🙂 Such a gentle verse. What comes next, I wonder?
Reminds me of some Crosby Stills and Nash lyric. And I mean that in a good way.
😆 I'm glad you clarified that point, Edward!