Moon Dust On A Moon Boot - A Collection Of Poetry

Falling

 Silver streaked bars glint mercilessly in the moonlight.

Adorning my wretched smile.

Between one world and another,

they spare only hope to support the flimsy film of life.

For me hope's landscape is barren.

Wind blows free my prison.

Finally.

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