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Feb 2023
The full moon shining, white as death,
A sunset bleeds into the night,
The horizon calling, catch my breath,
There’s always something out of sight,
Dare I venture? no other way,
The only things I know for sure,
Is night will come, after the day,
My restless heart is wanting more,
And I’m to follow, winding trails,
Dark as pitch and ebony,
Never surrender, there are no fails,
And there is no other path for me,
A solemn prayer, my only friend,
Fascinated by the gloaming,
To wander further, until the end,
Through the darkness ever roaming,

JHenry
Written by
Janet Doyle  50/F/Pennsylvania
(50/F/Pennsylvania)   
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