the night bows
to the darkening moon
crickets sing
in rhythmic prayer
the air seems to hum
and float thicker about us
in awe of luna’s pull
the brightness of night
succumbs eerily,
quietly
but with a deep
and resounding
thumping
that beats from our own hearts
as the moon is swallowed
in rusty shadows
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
the night bows
to the darkening moon
crickets sing
in rhythmic prayer
the air seems to hum
and float thicker about us
in awe of luna’s pull
the brightness of night
succumbs eerily,
quietly
but with a deep
and resounding
thumping
that beats from our own hearts
as the moon is swallowed
in rusty shadows
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