The Passing
- Shelby Salerno
- Sep 23, 2018
- 1 min read
But then again
The day has gone
Thus here I am
A mortal song.
Black sand skies,
Sun sparks linger,
Wandering winds,
Moon shine tastes bitter.
Dim dew glistens,
Grass towers sway,
The silences whisper,
“Mind your head” they say.
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