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The moon is gone.She fled as dawn approached.Dawn as a slowly opening eye.White sea birds skimming over the water,looking for an early morning snack.The mirror brightens.From a blood moon at dawn to a mirrorreflecting waking life...#######I woke her to take the moon.Her campaign was swift and terrible.Metallic and fierce.Glaring up in the twilight.But the moon was both implacable and unreachableand in the end the war against the moon failed.As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.But in the end, all that was lost,was a little sleep....
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The moon is gone.
ReplyDeleteShe fled as dawn approached.
Dawn as a slowly opening eye.
White sea birds skimming over the water,
looking for an early morning snack.
The mirror brightens.
From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror
reflecting waking life...
#######
I woke her to take the moon.
Her campaign was swift and terrible.
Metallic and fierce.
Glaring up in the twilight.
But the moon was both implacable and unreachable
and in the end the war against the moon failed.
As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.
But in the end, all that was lost,
was a little sleep....