Must I share my precious luna
will she be dulled by city light
could I not hear her siren hymns
beauty overcame by sounds of man
soft green moss remains uncaressed
amber leaves hold tight to branches
famished ants; picnics forsaken
the old church steeple soon torn down
chilled bones as the bonfire is doused
daydreams unobserved, undreamt
and worst of all
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
Must I share my precious luna
will she be dulled by city light
could I not hear her siren hymns
beauty overcame by sounds of man
soft green moss remains uncaressed
amber leaves hold tight to branches
famished ants; picnics forsaken
the old church steeple soon torn down
chilled bones as the bonfire is doused
daydreams unobserved, undreamt
and worst of all
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