The Moon
the eternal fear of the moon
she won't be forever beautiful
that the end of the long
solstice is coming
and how mild the winter is
in a root of a chestnuts
where the kids sing the burden
and throw out our words -
the kites in the wind.
Copyright © Bozhidar Pangelov | Year Posted 2014
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