The Bleeding Moon

As the red moon bleeds for as if they was tears they down from the dusty moon.But how shall the moon cry ever so as long and deep as sorrows.

But as if those tears run through us as they go deeper and deeper running down with redness of the moon tho's tears run through us in are love of happyness or as ever so are sadness.

poem by Joseph Noland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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