Charade
With silence weighed,
the moonlight fades
to play charade,
before it's found.
The moon on track,
folds into black,
then staggers back,
without a sound.
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12//8/14 ” Remember what peace there may be in silence.”
For Nette's Contest DESIDERATA
By Carrie Richards
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