Between sundown and moonrise
the world feels heavy,
a stone upon the heart.
There is no going forward
nor looking back,
no plans in the making
nor nostalgic memories.
There is only the now,
the plain evening song
of blood and bone.
Between sundown and moonrise
the world feels heavy,
a stone upon the heart.
There is no going forward
nor looking back,
no plans in the making
nor nostalgic memories.
There is only the now,
the plain evening song
of blood and bone.
Love, love, love this!
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Thanks! It was just a feeling that came over me as I looked out the window last evening.
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This is a lovely poem, I feel the weight of it <3.
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Thank you, Fida!
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