Cold factA Poem by MOON
The wind in the trees are rustling Kismet’s alchemy a magic wand The sky meets the rising ocean A waltz anticipating no end For far too long no applause no roses and wine You were the open secret seemingly lost in time Destiny found you my darling Karma played its visible hand Some songs are poetry in motion Yours was one of those my friend © 2013 MOONAuthor's Note
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