On the rim of a beer glass,
stand, white crystals of salt.
I was watching a pale moon.
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The lone tree always
waits for the dipping moon,
to give a parting kiss.
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I grieve for the viola.
Why does it extend one―
petal for a landing pad.
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Author:
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Comments1
really lovely , i especially love this line .. '' the lone tree always waits for the dipping moon to give a parting kiss ;;
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