The moon smiled on me sleeping
While my broken soul was weeping
Hidden in the dark
Sympathetic to my heart of pain
Shone down upon me gentle rays
Washing away  shadows
From a troubled mind

Light  from glorious heavens
Bathed a world lost in themselves
Blind to mystical healing beams
When left to slumber beautiful dreams
A gift she offers to all

The moon smiled down upon me sleeping
While my broken soul was weeping
Hidden in the dark




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Tammy M Darby