Tonight’s crescent rises
Atop Halloween hills
Little light dancers
Form shapes at their will
The moon's gentle smile
Safely follows the sun
Blurring the lines between end and begun.
:::dcb
30 October 2008
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Poetry for childlike minds and interested souls.
The musings and meandering of David Charles Borlo.
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