Daytime moonA Poem by HeazerH
Whispers building
Tensions filling open spaces Where the moon hangs low In daytime skies And sits cloaked in baby blue Does it feel like the odd one out? Vengeful and deceptive Does it recognize the pretty from the true? Looms the daytime moon I can picture it now Round and dense And full of holes © 2014 HeazerH |
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