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A plea to luna

On the third night she rose again
To find the crescent moon
Atop the mountain ledge she rest
And listened to the noise

The crickets sang a melody
The frogs played a tune
The wind hummed a silent song
Her heart played along

She prayed the night to take away
The pains of this world
To filter all the wickedness
And leave peace alone

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

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In response to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #145 by Yves, here’s a follow-up to my previous post, Luna(cy). For the love of the moon. ❤

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