Setting MoonA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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A winsome voice rose into the unlit sky its fingers harped unwakened dreams A bare vignette lurched into the shadows its claws scraped unshoed expeditions An arm is raised high blurry stars in witness its blood testifies unquieted aspirations A voice rose to the Night. and formed a melody its waiting days expired unsought gem wanes. ` ` © 2011 Red Brick KeshnerReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 8, 2011 Last Updated on April 10, 2011 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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