She wares a dress as white as snow.
Her hair is as black as the night sky.
She wonders the world every night and sleeps during the day.
No one knows her name,
thaws who have seen her are captured by her beauty,
They never take there eyes off the moon.
I have meant this strange and beautiful women.
I have learned who she is ,
She is the moon guiding it throw the night sky.
Looking for someone she can trust to know her secret.
She trusts me that is why I know she said to me that night,
“Child you are the only one how has seen me and not go in to the trans
Meany others have fallen in to I can trust you to tell others who I am.”
Then she was gone knower to be seen agene,
But I now she is sitting on the moon ever night with a smile on her vary face
