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By: xNJx | Posted: Apr 01, 2010 | Poetry | 888 Views

There was then a little child


who craved for the blue moon


on a dark night at his doorstep


fazed by its sheer silky shade


that fell upon his roof to lighten


the spirits of a long lost magic


and a crystal ray shoved into


his heaved heart to hear its say


so softly to cease his ache, and


its glare blazed his spirits afar…


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