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Private Drive

October 9, 2012
By katilynperry BRONZE, Rancho Santa Fe, California
katilynperry BRONZE, Rancho Santa Fe, California
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She awakes serenely, surrounded
by infinite children, blurred
like a picture postcard
on a desolate evening, she
glimmers between angels and God.

A silent embrace envelopes
this bleak desert
where she seeks refuge
from distance, this stationary world.

her fluorescence, a lonely lamppost
whose illumination reassures
an abandoned road at midnight.

she reminds and
soothes me into realizing we
are not in isolation,
but both confined to solidarity
within parallel universes.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem about the moon, but I tried to avoid clichés since so much has been written about the romance of the object.

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