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It's a poem about the moon and how the poet feels about it. |
THE MOON I am staring at the sky That silent and tranquail sky I am waiting for the moon Today The night is starry As though Somoone has spilled A bagful of diamonds Over the blanket of blue sky. They are twinkling Over the still waters of pond I am standing beside that pond And I am searching for the moon I love that moon Its crescent Its phases I love them all The new moon With its dim and thin curve Carries my fancy To the far-off promise land Where I am dancing with the princess of angels Surrounded by millions And millions of twinkling lights The full moon With its sphere and spots Fills me with energy And tenderness I love it When i feel tender Towards the agony That is killing me Towards the hatred That is directed towards me I love it When i'm filled with energy Whilst the whole world Is lazying under the covers You see I am waiting for the moon To come and arouse me To take me to the land of nowhere I am searching for the moon Searching for its dim and thin crescent Searching for its sphere and spots Searching for its cool reflection Searching for its beautiful fancy I am searching for the moon I am waiting for the moon. |