Late Lament by Graeme Edge
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| Almost full just a slight hint of shadow on the left |
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy is spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
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| Long exposure of faint jet contrail overhead |
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| Being artistic, wife and I, standing on the deck lit by moon and a distant porchlight |
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| Venus through the trees. |
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| Supermoon |
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