Pale moon
once shown bright.
Two shoulders
touching
enjoying the night.
Fading moon
now icy cold.
Where is the warmth
from days of old?
Darkest moon
shining black.
Only one shoulder
in the darkness sat.
Copyright © 1999 T. J. Daniels


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