moon – Michal Rotko

Harbor

The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a

Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking

Many moons past, and many oceans crossed There stood a lady; Destiny, she was called. She was fair and kind, but also vicious and scary;