i have a dear friend,
it is that she only stays the night,
yet in her presence i find comfort
more than the day could ever give
for i hear folk say she's grey
and white,
like me and my sight.— she is the moon.
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brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
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i have a dear friend,
it is that she only stays the night,
yet in her presence i find comfort
more than the day could ever give
for i hear folk say she's grey
and white,
like me and my sight.— she is the moon.