If the moon only
kissed me
I’d understand
But she stands
aloof
Thousands of miles
away.
The closest I come
to her
Is to watch the
waves as they die.
She kisses them,
But not me.
Sunday, July 21, 2019
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- Jon Achilles Landon
- Greetings, My name is Jon Landon. I am a native of the San Francisco Bay Area. I I can write everything from Poetry to Technical Writing, I am a UC Berkeley Alumni ('88)
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