You called the moon to me
It answered with a milky glow
And left the night, dropping low
Behind the Rowan tree.
You painted every star
The brightest shade of gleaming gold
Connected them with stories told
From countries near and far.
You promised me your love
And let it last for all time.
I promised you all of mine
And we set them in the sky above.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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