THE MOON FELL FROM THE SKY
Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky?
And we run through the forest to find where it lie,
I was tripping on tree roots and slipping in snow,
You were holding my hand saying not to let go,
When we found it at last there were twings in our hair,
A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air,
And the words to describe it got caught in our throats,
As it silver light danced through the threads of our coats,
We know that our eyes had not seem such a view,
You were looking as it I was looking at you
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