In the Dusk of a Harvest Moon
In the dusk of a harvest moon
lavender filters quickly fight for their
evenascent moment to be recognized
fading quickly as stardust fills the eyes
of a poet as he thirsts for the words to be placed just right
and for a moment a soul cries out as a misty rain cleanses a bleeding palette
as he walks on through the endless night
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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