A Barren Place
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There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers, or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
there's not so much as a breeze.
There is no air to breathe there,
nor green trees or flakes of snow.
It's a desolate desert
with zero chance; life will show.
There is no diversity,
rocks strewn wherever you look.
A dusty, bleak, barren place
that time long ago forsook.
And yet, it's so beautiful,
hung in an ebony sky.
And as it melds with our hearts,
there's no need to question why.
(Quatrain)
5/2/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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