SMILE IN THE SKYA Poem by MICHAEL
I saw the moon rise
I saw it set Venus, its companion for the night gave cold comfort As astrals fly so do lives Headlong into the headlights Triumphant elephants trumpet Whimpering and withering, stumble We carve ourselves out of the clay © 2008 MICHAEL |
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