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Oct 2018
Lo, the waxing moonΒ Β 
eyeing on heaven
ups a notch high.
The higher it goes
pulls the tides more
down on the sea
the crescent moon sways.

It bows down and prays
as it sails towards
the locked away
heaven far, far away.
The sea spilling billow
floats the key
to the tucked away ally way!
Written by
Shofi Ahmed  M/London UK
(M/London UK)   
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