the dark side of the moon

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the crimson claw
is ploughing its way
through the skies.
another moment in time
is being born,
as the frost escapes a new dawn.

the full moon
throws its dying wave –
a final kiss to the sea.
a whisper is dancing
across the land
the hour-glass is melting into sand.

as my eyes
meet the horizon
i’m in awe, when i say:
“i can’t remember yesterday!”

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a/n: i dare you to read this and understand.