At the new moon he abandoned me..., by Judith Hemschemeyer At the new moon he abandoned me, /
My beloved friend. Well, so what? /
“Rope dancer!” he mocked, /
“How will you live until May?”
I answered hi...
At the new moon, he walked out..., by Andrey Kneller At the new moon, he walked out, /
The friend I loved. I’ll be okay! /
“Tightrope dancer,” He joked loud, /
“How will you survive till May?”
As ...