Left Behind
Colors of the
day
bleed into the landscape
the sun rises - blood red
the day's tapestry
unravels
we are caught unaware
by the ever - changing
natural scenario
Let's taste delicous wine
Before we are left behind
and the moon's face
challenges our assumptions
about life, death and a thousand
other similarly important questions
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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