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[bodytext] => Tonight the moon dips so low she leans back, lays down ever so gently like hard rock softy kissing a mound of soft pillows She's blindingly white, piercing almost in her sagacious clairvoyance She drifts, she sinks lower now laying her head on the rain slicked streets illuminating black tar reflecting our perceived truths So round so uncompromising Such is the nature of a full circle Drip, drop little beads of rain warm like tears slipping from the frail, outstretched palms of leaves into a tiny puddle debouched into a rivulet flowing into shadowy gutters It's almost an urgent trickle at first a steady drizzle down on the lone housewife as she hastily unfurls her umbrella haunched and hurrying home then slowly, but with greater certainty just as she shuts her window as the second hand of the clock glides towards bedtime But all sounds ebb away waning as the moon gazes down this time benignly her soft mercy scattered across a million droplets little guiding lights in the dark, cold heart of twilight just before our disconsolate thoughts and fears fade into the morning A million twinkling stars from a long gone galaxy beckon from a dream so far away before hurt, guilt and regret billowed through the empty streets "Sleep now," the moon says "I will nudge you when the time has come for a lifetime of nights to be washed away into a sea of light." [comments] => 3 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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