Cave Moon
sickle-sharp moon slashes
silken sky.
dusk darkens deep purple,
lights die.
tonight old hermit leaves
his cave,
weaves tales of freedom
for slave;
vanishes like off-season
monsoon,
back next night of sickle-
sharp moon!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2010
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