She is so shy,
And yet so bright...
Belle in the sky,
No where to hide...
Moon of dreams
Come behind
These lovely trees
Play with me
To hide and seek....
©Gloria
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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