When the blue moon wanes,
And the heavens rain,
The dark sky yawns,
A lullaby song.
When the blue moon's new,
Lies become true,
The west wind sighs
While sunlight dies.
When the blue moon waxes,
Growth on its axis,
The rivers steady show,
Branches hung low.
When the blue moon's full,
Earth's residual,
Life begins anew,
Changing from the blue.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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