Morning run


The crescent moon
Shines just outside,
droplets of moon dust
Filters through ice crystals,
Frigid from late autumn.
We rise in hope as heavens
promise what we cannot.
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I looked at the trees,
watched the leaves fall
How lovely it is
In spite of it all.
The tensions are high
about wrong or right.
The people have voted
and we grumble in spite
However the trees’ colors
of burnt orange and gold
the breeze helps them fall
and the trees just get old
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A tortured soul
An end summarized
By dark streets and alleys
And compromised.
His eagerness to please
He continued to write
And lost his soul
On a darkest night .
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A full blue moon
Hangs just outside
The stars near by
All will hide
Behind the blue moon…
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