Poetry

Frost Moon

Is it this bright and full orb of a moon that calls upon my bro

ken soul

causing the ebb and

flow of some inner tide that laps upon an old

wound

soothing sound

salty sting

wringing out another

lament

 echoes sounding in the

void

of things left

unknown

~~~   ~~~   ~~~

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