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Moonwane

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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 6/3/2015 1:15:00 AM
a captivating write this is:), the moon represents dreams so much comes to mind when just looking up at the moon, appreciate this lovely poem ~Luv S.K.A.T.
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 6/3/2015 7:55:00 AM
Thanks S.K.A.T. !! Best wishes, Keith
Date: 6/2/2015 11:57:00 PM
Yes, as the moon fades at dawn, so do our dreams... I really liked these enchanting lines with their feeling of melancholia. A lovely quatrain poem, Keith!
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Keith Bickerstaffe
Date: 6/3/2015 7:57:00 AM
Thank you Kelly... your comments are much appreciated. Keith

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