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  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jun 30, 2021
  • 1 min read

The waves rise and fall

and thunder sounds

while rain patters against the window;


the clouds remind us of our place

under the atmosphere

and the darkness shows how we

are not alone


so I sip my tea and the black cat calls,


the books I read

and the water I feel on my flesh


allow my visions of yesterday

to come to fruition

as the paper falls.


 
 
 

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