Bread

April 12, 2011
The sun sleeps, serene in its slumber
Slithering sideways across the slanted scenery
Shining, sparkling, its silhouette secret-
Suddenly stopping, sliding south

Mystifying shift-sun to moon,
Mesmerizing, stunning, a myriad of sorts-

Magical mood making melodies
Memories in moonlight, music to the melancholy air
Merely mending my mangled mind-
Mystically moving, migrating south





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