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Moon sliver
Milk-white shard of glass,
I howled to you when you were full.
But then,
Strangely glowing orb,
You began to crack,
Breaking down into your tiny sliver.
And now I can only whimper.
Poetry and meanderings
- Poem of the Month
- Previous Poems of the Month
- Dark Poetry
- Not quite as dark Poetry
- Lighter Poetry
- Wisdom from the Fridge (poetry magnets)
- Dan's Rock (a true story)
- Made of Glass (a story)
- Meanings behind my poems
- Fact or Fantasy (about me) (Updated 2-3 times a week)
If you have any comments, you can e-mail me at hfoster@juno.com
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