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Nov 2014
There is a soulless sun,
pale, yellow, dull.
There is a bright shining moon
which binds us all to steal.

Darkness enters briskly in
We follow the trails of night-lit rings
Staring up the moonlight sings
Like candles in the black

These sleepless nights
Bring soaring flights
For solitary stars to wander

I’ll only step into the grave
If my heart settles glowing
With thunder

Those listening
Will rise

Standing fonder
One day we’ll love with no thunder

But with calm pink sky
Set softer and
Spinning kites resting cool
Under the yellow, trembling moon
Lucy Christine Gray
Written by
Lucy Christine Gray  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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