tHe LaSt MoOn

 

lonely planet, lonely soul

tonight is a loveless sundown

dark, plundering the burgundy skies

 

i dream of the last moon

taming the wicked soil and soon

all my energy drain in my muscles

 

morning is a grief and sorrow

to the departed spirits of me

they worry how to bury the bones

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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