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change the morning after
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Astronomical Poetry
I had to write this poem today
In Aprils chill before it turns to May
spring rain echoes My latest winters
while my shadow conceals and nearly splinters
two nights have passed since the last blood moon
fragile nights that all waned too soon
the twine of memories all too quiet now My mind has been banished
this composition trembles and my fingers have long since vanished
as if the night could change the morning after
yet, still I hear the hum of some nebulous and solicitous laughter
