Cresent Moon(Prose)
Crescent moon(Prose)
A clear and frigid night,
last nights snowstorm quiet and on the ground.
The sky a deep blue black.
Breath of condensed air trails,
the new crescent moon with Venus to the east
stops all thoughts as they struggle to relapse.
She waits for my reaction.
Somehow her light makes it right.
Always to be by your side.
The soft tread of boot to snowfall.
It doesn't matter when there is a test.
I sense my insignificance.
Peace and joy again.
A clear and frigid night,
last nights snowstorm quiet and on the ground.
The sky a deep blue black.
Breath of condensed air trails,
the new crescent moon with Venus to the east
stops all thoughts as they struggle to relapse.
She waits for my reaction.
Somehow her light makes it right.
Always to be by your side.
The soft tread of boot to snowfall.
It doesn't matter when there is a test.
I sense my insignificance.
Peace and joy again.
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