Sunday, May 11, 2014

Dammed Poetry by a Fallen One (But it's Alright in the Moonlight)

Sometimes a fall to the ground
Is worth any pain or debasement
To look up and notice the moon
On a mostly cloudy night,
Emerging from behind its cover,
Shining clearly and brightly
While the clouds drift past
Peacefully in the silver moonlight.

(That's enough damned poetry,
I'm going to climb back up now.)

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