A MESSAGE FROM THE MOON

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By the Moon's Rays
The solitary moth flies
Into the monzonous
Of the clouds that swirl

Truth disappears
The unconscious comes to play in order to play
Watching Hypnotized
Energised by the spirit.

Listening to the little tinkle
In the deep wrinkle, hidden
In the brain of yours-
A purpose to fulfill.

Passing over to you in a dream
To make you doubt yourself,
What does it imply? The wild suggestion?
Such rantings of the night

It could just put you right,
Let you out of the mess,
Set you up in a new realm,
A place to recuperate

Re-discovering
Your Reason and Why
And have the high season for you.

Thanks for your time..

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