Enveloped in darkness, the moon and sun align
Casting shadows all across the sky so divine
Light is swallowed whole by this celestial design
In this fleeting moment, my time seems to resign
Paint the world in a strange eerie hue
Stars come out to twinkle in the view
Emerging from a darkness, a spectacle anew
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Wayne Ince
A military veteran that loves to read and write stories and poetry about mental health, love, and horror, and diversity topics. Boring on the surface, but I hope you enjoy my work and discover something more underneath the surface.
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