The moon is forever,
Forever is the moon.
So are the stars a way's off
That form the silver spoon.
But alas, my friend,
It's not as it seems
For all things will die
Even those of silver sheen.
Now don't be afraid
For even death will bring
A sprout of fresh life
Trimmed in silver lining.
~~~~~
For France, who unfailingly makes the people she loves feel like silver linings.
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Silent Songs
PoetryStanzas and lines that make up dreams, wishes, and long-lost memories.
