I’m looking at the dark side of the moon.
My eyes are open as I cannot sleep.
Is it because I went to bed so soon
That my mind wanders to lands that are bleak?
Dark Side of the Moon.
Some Places Never See Light.
So, Too, Thoughts at Night.
Post from a Stranger – My Last Post
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Stacked Rocks on the Beach.
They’re like tomorrow’s worries
On a Lazy Day.
But there is no twist.
Sometimes you have to let go.
Just lay on the beach.
A Post from a Stranger – My Last Post
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For Sheep Without a Shepherd
or Humans Like Me
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The freezing wind howled,
whispered secrets in my ear,
’til its breathe ran out.
In the dead of night,
as it scraped across pine crowns,
the wind was alone.
With none to protect
from the dead sky’s wintry frost,
the winds heart froze, too.
As my heart froze, too,
“Please see that it’s not my fault,”
the freezing wind howled.
The Snow Covered Pines,
Holding Hands Through-Out The Freeze,
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The wind’s at my back.
It whispers into my ear,
“I’ve run my whole life.”
Today’s Read – My Last Post
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