Pointing at the moon

Feb 29, 2024
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How many words?

This is that

How many ways?

Shall I compare thee to...

Reaching for anything worthy

Making mountains and miracles maze

Just to say...

What's tosay

Your eyes are not miracles

Your smile isn't mist

They are eyes and a smile

And they're yours

Only yours

And when you hold my hand and smile

Then the world is magnificent

That is the miracle

and its yours

Only yours

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