Sent Back
The autumn moon shines, as the sky fades to black.
The wind crisp and cool is blowing at my back.
Theres one star shining.
I make a wish upon it.
I breathe the cool breeze and for a moment I am sent back.
Copyright © Tyler Jones | Year Posted 2009
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