moon
The heart of the universeOur magnificent moon
Underneath cosmic moonlight
Our estatic state of swoon
The night earth stills
We sit under and gaze
We shall share this moon
Till the end of our days
moon
The heart of the universePoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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