Dawn Moon: Poetry

 

One Glorious morning, I awoke to behold dawn’s waking threshold. Hannah and I readied ourselves for our ritual walk. To my astoundment, Moon stood high on his throne in all his opulence!

Proud of his countenance, Moon softly glistened. A Rotund – plump face – . . . → Read More: Dawn Moon: Poetry

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