Moon Child
I reverberate in an empty room,
no audience to hear my melody,
no one to love my harmony with lonliness.
I fill my glass with reflections of the
Moon.
I sip slowly,
savoring the cleansing
of my tar filled veins.
The trees become jealous of this orphan,
they once soaked in her light.
Now she saves it for me.
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