Full Moon

 

To gather the hays

Air cracking sound

The coldness of the night

Soothes my itching skin

The waves of the wind

at my ears blending

Into the barking of the dogs

And the sound of the cars passsing

From the highway street

Makes me toss to my bed

My mind is like the

brightness of the full moon

Beholding ancient skies.

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