poetry

  • Flirting Moon

    Flirting Moon

    An oldie but a goodie.

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  • Forced

    Forced

    Forced Out in the shadows, In the depths of the night, My feet pound down the path Of the misty moonlight. Although the night lives on, With creatures who fear the day, I run deep into their shadows, Let come what may. The pounding of my feet, Evolves into cadence, And drowns out the thoughts

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