Folds of cloud ripple from full moon oranges and purples light up the sky white and black appear as moon cries. Lost, found, love escapes again passion quashed. Darkness. Pain. Light peeps through tear in sky then disappears behind a lie. Belief that love can shine twice maybe from a different moon singing a different tune. Full moon singing in an empty sky causing rippling clouds to cry. * Małgorzata *
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 21:31:30 +0000
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