Under the Moon
Above a full moon dances with the billowing clouds,
The ornate gate creaks as I push to enter;
A winding road, shines in the moonlight, and beckons me,
I glide past sleeping gnarled tree branches.
Above a full moon dances with the billowing clouds,
Angel statues do not comfort me from my sadness;
The maze of stone cold tombs weep in the moonlight,
I drift there under the full moon beautifully ethereal.
And then I hear the first bird song . . .
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January 5, 2016
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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