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Once the moon calls upon the tides Hailed high by the waves in renown Then the stars decorate the town Enlightened every hidden sides But sky turns fast as tale was told And the stars shoot into the ground The blue moon became blood and old For, town is nowhere to be found At night the moon can rise the tides But pass unseen ‘cause of the dawn Soon the moon fades unknown and hides Held down to the grave in unknown As long as a star shimmers by Conquering the light and held high Of all that descend shall ascend Just hang firm my beloved friend
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
Thy Dying Art
Once the moon calls upon the tides Hailed high by the waves in renown Then the stars decorate the town Enlightened every hidden sides But sky turns fast as tale was told And the stars shoot into the ground The blue moon became blood and old For, town is nowhere to be found At night the moon can rise the tides But pass unseen ‘cause of the dawn Soon the moon fades unknown and hides Held down to the grave in unknown As long as a star shimmers by Conquering the light and held high Of all that descend shall ascend Just hang firm my beloved friend
Let us move on Forward Poets!!! We shall revive and restore the dying art, Poetry
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16/M/Antipolo City Rizal Phili
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
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