moon lightA Poem by Ochu
As the moon rises high above, shining a dull graceful light upon the
land below. It grants us the beauty of the darkness and light in which to see it. What contrast to its counter part, the blistering heat filling the sky and burning our skin, yet we need the suns light to survive. The moon grants no such boon, but its elegant continence flows through us like air in our lungs. © 2014 Ochu |
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