The moon as seen through my son’s eyes
Her presence was unknown
Yet she was still sitting there
Her glow was covered by the clouds
In the nice, cool air
Many stood on Earth’s soil
There were not sated if it really existed
Yet it was still very bright
Far away in the distance
The moon wanted them to see her
Glow beautifully in the sky
But the sun was inaugurating to rise
And the moon was stumbling by
The full moon was starting to go away
And now there was just one more day
Till it again, rose again over the bay
Confab With Me 
I love the personification of the moon in Denken’s poem. The notion of a poem about the moon seen through a child’s eyes puts me in mind of Ted Hughes’s ‘Full Moon and Little Frieda’, though it is a different work. Little Frieda Hughes is now a woman of 58. Yes, it is frightening where the time goes.
What a beautiful comment. I will pass on to him your lovely comment. Thank you
Wow. Amazingly expressed the beauty of the moon. Loved it! 😊
Thanks for appreciating Shaurya’s work
He deserves all the appreciation. 😊
Such a talented boy. 🙂
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You’re always welcome! 😊
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Nicely done! Like father like… two hearts of the same mind! 😊
You are so kind. Thank you
From the heart!
Thank you again