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Moonwane

O fickle moon! caretaker of souls who chase their dreams across the skies you waver now, and waste away in quiet desperation; night surrenders to the light as reveries fade. O passionless pale face! barely transparent, bloodless as a dying rose in throes of dissolution.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/22/2012 8:14:00 PM
Somehow I missed a bunch in this spot. A beautiful way to end the night and put the moon to bed. I do believe she has a passionless face but we poets love to give her our passionwhich is what I think you've done here Keith.
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Date: 5/10/2012 11:13:00 AM
This is a lovely piece..love the title too. BG
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