I think that I shall
never write
a lune flying right
A lune that dips its
wings for all
to see sparklingly
A lune that calls
in lunish sway
come follow today
Come follow from the
coastal sea
rising up with me
Buoyed on soft warm air
soaring high
beyond cloud touched sky
Beyond the clouds that
block the oil
spilling sandy soil
Come fly in lunish
Paradise
Shrieking hold off ice
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