The earth now turned and barren,
The bounty of harvest done,
Except a row of parsnips,
Sweet for frosts first kiss.
Bright Sun trekking ‘cross the sky,
Pale Moon chasing from behind,
Slave to Earth’s eternal grasp,
Sun to Moon, kiss my…
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Date: 2022-12-06 | Tags: #ffpoemapop
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