Ruined Moon
Melancholy morose moon,
Of which poets can whine;
Ruminate required ruin,
A wilted flower find!
Poetry poses poof
For creeps and geeks to talk.
Languishing loudly lewd.
Oh woe, let’s take a walk!
Ruined Moon
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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