What happens
when the real face
of the moon is revealed.
Will fortunes change
While worlds collide?
Will we break like thin glass?
The fallen pieces scar the earth
Nothing grows
I sit beneath the last tree
Wondering what fool
Tried to shoot the moon…
©anitadawes 2020
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What a haunting photo! And Anita’s poem fits it perfectly. Scary.
It looks vaguely familiar, but definitely bone chilling!
Great poem. That last line is killer.
The image was creepy, but that last line chilled my blood too!
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This picture is vert dark, Anita. A lovely poem.
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