The moon, you animated me
When I was on the lap of my
mother.
The moon, you aroused me
When I had my beloved on my
lap.
The moon, you inspired me
When I turned a romantic
writer.
Now you look candid to my
placid eyes.
No more sway could you exert
on me.
The same vision and the same
person
And yet variant are the
reactions.
08.07.2008
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