Luna

Cloudy charm,
color dreamed sings,
old smells,
aroma digs the patio.

Tired song,
the lyrics say: "nothing",
the moon dances
and the wind tells a tale.

The moon dances,
makeup the dance,
the moon dances.
Party, piñata and blue punch.

Swampy patio.
Autumn remains sullen,
dog's flesh with scabies,
autistic looks at a party favor.

That moon is tired,
every night a blind man talks to her.
Four flowers become men,
and the moon cries to the world: EAHHHH!!
The moon had a sick child