The Moon Is A Witch
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The moon with its beauty
Spills a sort of mystic witchery
Upon foams of tides that run
Back and forth like lovers forlorn
To me it speaks with a silent voice
Through dark thickets with long tress
Who is my lover is quite a mystery
And when I get at her dead I will be
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