the world
always spins
in the direction
it chooses.
For moonlight
creeps up
and confuses
the shimmer
with the rays
until one's eyes
tire and cross,
and the mind
drifts to sleep.
- F
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Thursday, July 20, 2017
Old Poem
I don't think
the world
always spins
in the direction
it chooses.
For moonlight
creeps up
and confuses
the shimmer
with the rays
until one's eyes
tire and cross,
and the mind
drifts to sleep.
- F
the world
always spins
in the direction
it chooses.
For moonlight
creeps up
and confuses
the shimmer
with the rays
until one's eyes
tire and cross,
and the mind
drifts to sleep.
- F
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