Quatrain of Blissful Ball
Blissful Ball - the moon
The moon was once a blissful
ball in the sky, romantic
in its
glow,
Then man step his foot on it,
now it's just another
place for man to
go.
All the romance died when
space boots hit moon
soil, all love
disappeared,
What once was a place to glean
and dream, is now no longer
enchanted and
revered.
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