Lunar Cycle – The Many Moods Of The Moon | Bookosmia
There I was, in the dunes in the dark,
Looking at a ball of milk, rising in the sky.
From valleys to mountains between rocks and sand,
She shrank as she rose, with a glitter that never froze.
She was white as milk, and had dots like bubbles,
She likes to go around the earth every 28th day,
And plays a hide and seek game.
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