POETRY|OUR WORLD
Upside Down
A poem about how the 18ct golden moon is upside down forever
The moon was but
a sliver of silver
a night or two ago
when a child
questioned her mother
about the crescent grin above
The moon was but
a sliver of silver
a night or two ago
when a child
questioned her mother
about the crescent grin above
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