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





About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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