Poetry Friday ...

 Oops... somehow Thursday came and went and I forgot to post something.  Here is a little quote to celebrate the blue moon.  I found it on Goodreads, so I cannot really vouch for its veracity. However, I liked the quote ... and I found this little tidbit about the purported author who was allegedly was the mistress of a Russian spy.  Maybe the back story of this quote is even better than the quote, I don't know. 

“Tell me the story...
About how the sun loved 

the moon so much...
That she died every night...
Just to let him breathe...” 

Hanako Ishii