Poem
When black night
Caresses the sharp sliver
Of needle thin, wailing
Newborn moon,
Who kisses the piercing wound?
Caresses the sharp sliver
Of needle thin, wailing
Newborn moon,
Who kisses the piercing wound?
posted by Plain Foolish | 4:50 AM
2 Comments:
quite lovely realy
neatly mysterious
Thank you.
I wrote this while travelling through the Appalachian mountains in Western Maryland. It seems like the moon is brighter there, and looks painfully sharp when it's crescent.
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