Wednesday, 10 September 2014

The Moon


Like a big shiny penny, balancing in the darkness,

Tempting us with its fortune,

The ever seeing eye of the night,

Stealthily, seeking the blackest of corners,

Drowning minds with paranoia, until

The coin flips and the morning is born


Words by Tracy Howl 10.9.14
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