Love Poem: Blue Moon
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Written by: Louis Borgo

Blue Moon

The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn

Under the blue moon heads held high glory it pass

Fear of the raven scout the harvest scene and breathless 

Moment tank the even night moon hunter eye will of mountain

Let it shine

The token of appreciation like fire to a steel let burn

The ant that travel farther from water is hill of redness of gravity

Her

Feet of glory sit in the imagination of sure beauty hands shackle

A scream among the sky for a hero weight of gold of the treasure

That last

How can moon howl back to her thunder of pain

If weight is in value what is her love held as

A tent

Well let me shelter you from the wolves

Cause I see a

Blue Moon.