Moon
Moon
Remember the moon a little.
I parked my red caravan.
Like chaos but quiet breezes..
Melting flowing liquid,metal fluidity.
Steel mine.
And bad gases.
Mine of wealth.
It's good in its place,but could the moon be the reason for you?
Copyright © Johannes Cicek | Year Posted 2024
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