MOON
I lay here and wonder whatThe moon thinks looking down on us,
All the strife and war and hate,
Society served upon a plate,
Or is it mindless to what goes on,
And bows it's head with each new dawn?
Chad Atwell
MOON
I lay here and wonder whatjustastar2 commented on MOON
06-07-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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