Whose is the moon
That floats on high;
That lights my way
On winter nights,
That sails above
And reflects below.
Whose is the moon?
Not mine, I cry.
© 2021 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Winter Moon is included in Wreckage available now, check out my Amazon author page author.to/FrankReganMade
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Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you Phoebe
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jinxx ♣ xoxo
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Thanks for the reblog
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You’re Welcome
Enjoy Your Day
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i like this very much
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Thank you very much.
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Well and succinctly stated. Loved it.
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I love this simple, yet deep poem by Frank Regan.
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Thanks very much for the kind comment and for the reblog
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Reblogged this on Made of sticks and stones and commented:
Day 5 and a poem which is to be included in my first collection, out next year, along with plenty of all new poetry.
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Wow! I always feel a connection with the moon, your poem made me feel that.
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Yep, there is definitely something about the moon. Thanks for reading, glad you liked the poem.
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Most welcome 🙂
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