As the world turns,
The sun burns
The clouds of grey
That hide the day.
As day turns to night
The sun fades, to dull the light,
Princess moon now appears
To dry lost lovers tears.
When lovers depart
Other journeys to start,
Those left behind
Lover's trust they must find.
For all journeys end
And their minds they must bend,
To the joys of return
As the world still must turn.
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Owain Glyn
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Moonswept
PoetryThis is a follow on collection from Windswept. In this collection I will examine the concept of love from a more ethereal perspective.
