I, a moon, hope some of the lyrical rays you outpour remain within you to let the beauty of your mind shine at night when that darkness springing from doubt, sorrow and grief makes ones mind longing [as all moons do] for a sun to come and - sun, sun, sun, here it comes [do do do]
Ludwig Janssen © 5.6.2021
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