Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Monday, March 15, 2021
Sub-Lunar
The moon crescent, a sliver,
Pale against the evening sky,
And its minimal shape moves
Me, but I don’t know why...
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