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The Moon Bows
The aging artist has a trait,
those short on sight can't bear
All normal signs of waning,
a crown now his to wear
Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
still negative to some
But when they light upon a Sage,
-the moon bows to the sun
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
those short on sight can't bear
All normal signs of waning,
a crown now his to wear
Wrinkles and sparse graying hair,
still negative to some
But when they light upon a Sage,
-the moon bows to the sun
(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)
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The Moon Bows
The Moon Bows