The moon is much loved for,
Rounds are the best without any hurting ends.
Yet, not daily be seen
As the phases make the moon so
To make it a round
And a long living history.
When it’s made, then it’s gone.
And for that Romeo must die,
So do Pyramus:
For, if ever lived a forever tale
There one bid goodbyes.
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Classical in nature this poem carries its message to the grave for many. Yet for those that know the story it holds great meaning. Nicely done.
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