A crescent
Like a pore,
Your crescent is lodged to the sky,
Serving diligently,
Never to be uprooted,
Invisible yet never misleads,
Sends out immense light,
To the willing heart
Child,
Look inside your soul,
Where the compass lay.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
A crescent
Like a pore,
Your crescent is lodged to the sky,
Serving diligently,
Never to be uprooted,
Invisible yet never misleads,
Sends out immense light,
To the willing heart
Child,
Look inside your soul,
Where the compass lay.
for the seeking child; the moon never departs
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