This is a nice poetry my friend... I love reading this and the picture really captivates my eyes :)
Thank you! Boxing the moon made me remember another poem:Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.For nothing now can ever come to any good.By Auden.
Thank you Balqis and Clauds and Daffodils.I love Daffodils... :)
Ana, this is me. I think you wanted to thank Prime. :)A very nice piece of poetry. The image reminds me of the lunar eclipse which happened this year. I was watching it. So amazing! :)Thanks for sharing. :)
Thank you Balqis.I just found this comment at "Spam".I'm glad I found it cause your opinion means a lot to e.:)
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