The moon is falling,
I lift my eyes to the clouds,
It is like fire.
The moon is falling,
The first droplets hit my face,
Hot and cold all at once.
The moon is falling,
It rushes through silver streams,
And fills my eyes.
The moon is falling,
Above me the stars dissolve,
There is a downpour.
The moon is falling,
A drop falls upon my tongue,
It tastes like pure honey.
The moon is falling,
The stars collide with the earth,
A loud boom, yet a quiet hush.
The moon has fallen,
It runs through my blood,
I am home.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Short StoryWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
