Tuesday, January 14, 2025
POEM - AS IF THE MOON WERE WINE
I danced gaily to day's violins,
Watched bright hours passing by
The floating of the cotton clouds
Upon the bright blue sky.
Came the night my love appeared
And with silver she did shine,
I sipped love from her tender cup,
As if the moon were wine.
Watched bright hours passing by
The floating of the cotton clouds
Upon the bright blue sky.
Came the night my love appeared
And with silver she did shine,
I sipped love from her tender cup,
As if the moon were wine.
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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 2:31 PM 
