Reminded By The Moon
By debbie
The crescent longing of the still, bare clay moon taking on season's shapes forges vivid imagery of time passing. The naked, desolate stance it takes on boldly proclaiming forever for itself showing no mercy, reminding me the limited time that is carefully put upon my life. Incessant questioning with contained fear the length of my stay here. Serenading me from a world beyond; following me closely with a watchful eye, spying relentlessly, always reminding me the journey of my lifetime as it will pass to gone one day. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 11:40 AM PST 0 • 10
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