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My cratered moon

Oh, my moon
My cratered moon

Whenever I looked up
clearly I could see you

But now you are fading
into the blackness

Stars showing a memory
of where you were once

Oh, my moon
My cratered moon

Don’t let me
forget you.

(Photo courtesy of and copyrighted by Mazhe)

By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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