Tanned
The moon bites the dust
It rolls back
Back into the heath
Before the shame catches waves
The little girl slips into the trench coat
To catch her date
It's clear in the skies
As the magical sun slips through
Beauty engulfs the world
She has just stepped
into the garden of the falcons
Tall and proud.
By mokua nicholas
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road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoesíaIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
