The Moon of Myths

the ruby red in
october
the crystally white in
feburary

as the winds blow across the night time skies
the moon becomes shurrded in the mist of
may

a round dimond pearl
shining above the citites ans towns
looking down at the few
who still belive that big silver thing
is the ruler of night
and still has a few more ancient mysteries to solve

honor the moon
for it's more than just a big white shiny rock

what few know is
the moon holds your life in
it's craters

poem by Unknown To Mind
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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