*The stars sewed orange
Into the moon, while he
Was sleeping one day. They
Snickered and sneared,
But when he came to play
They stopped and stared, sheer
Awe kept them lame. No
Feigned fear was here; his
Mysterious air gave them
Their fair share. Him and
His sky though, I think,
Made a brillaint, bright pair.*
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
*The stars sewed orange
Into the moon, while he
Was sleeping one day. They
Snickered and sneared,
But when he came to play
They stopped and stared, sheer
Awe kept them lame. No
Feigned fear was here; his
Mysterious air gave them
Their fair share. Him and
His sky though, I think,
Made a brillaint, bright pair.*
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