October 16, 2017
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1 min readOct 17, 2017
A silver crescent,
In the pink and black sky
With hints of yellow,
Over a lonely star.
Beauty without regrets;
Eternity without Age.
My wrinkles creep slowly
from the corner of my eyes
As I watch the night
bleed into day.
Such delicate features
For a pendulum so large.
The night evaporates
And the sight is gone.