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Nov 2020
Distant in the sky at night,
a profound and shiny light,
the moon slowly moves,
like a sloath on the roves.

A sensation in summertimes,
a cloud that sometimes
dresses the sky of white
when the moon guides my typewrite.
Written by
Iyallo  18/M/Namibia
(18/M/Namibia)   
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