Beyond the bare branches that stand on the path,
The wires crossed across its face
Obscure in the smoke of the early dawn
Just out of reach.
Just above the horizon.
A small hope, in the dull gloom.
Paltry light, fighting against the streetlights.
This moon etched on the dark morning sky
Evokes gentle warmth in my heart.
The perfect moon on an imperfect day
A dream in an impossible world
The perfect moon worn out
By the endless ravages of time.
Have always connected with the full moon since a child... don't really know why... well expressed poem!!
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