The moon made love,
To the stars so striking, that the sun,
melted with gold.
At night when the earth was calm,
Sirius the star would paddle sonnets that
Fused tense,
So faintly that the moon would perk kisses,
So elusive that could pour cerise,
Too soothed to the skies.
Stanley Mungai.
To the stars so striking, that the sun,
melted with gold.
At night when the earth was calm,
Sirius the star would paddle sonnets that
Fused tense,
So faintly that the moon would perk kisses,
So elusive that could pour cerise,
Too soothed to the skies.
Stanley Mungai.
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