Watching shooting stars pull and wane,
barbed hope fences us in
wailing against wilted hands,
easy to scorn the universe
by conjuring the moons scythe
to chide daylight,
unwisely burdened with a sigh
a thankless enmity
strips the hidden away .
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Watching shooting stars pull and wane,
barbed hope fences us in
wailing against wilted hands,
easy to scorn the universe
by conjuring the moons scythe
to chide daylight,
unwisely burdened with a sigh
a thankless enmity
strips the hidden away .
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