the longest day
the shortest moon
the changing sky
* ****** **** ****** *
crystalline echoes
reverberate each morning
in my quiet room
* ****** **** ****** *
speak of love rarely
spread its warmth bountifully
while no one's watching
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About Me
- Esav Benyamin
- URBAN POET is a place for my poetry and other bitter comments on the human experience, with occasional contributions from friends.
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Moon like a spotlight
blasts in from the North
Who knew the moon traveled so far in Winter?
Four a.m. and 4 degrees;
still shining.
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