I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
SUSANNE LEIST 
And the sad damsel is me. Thanks.
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I can imagine a damsel singing ‘nightly tune’ under the ‘shadow of the moon’…beautiful.. 🙂
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you.
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Thank you. When I write poetry, the words just fall out of me. When I write prose, I need to plan, write, correct, re-write, and so on. I love the freedom of poetry that prose doesn’t allow you to have.
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wow! the first 2 lines took my breath away!
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