august’s gibbous

And we were walking

Under the vast dark night sky

Hands not anymore holding

Unlike the hearts that were wanting

The big golden gibbous moon was watching over us

Giving a promise

Something. . .

Or nothing

Always. . .

Or never

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waxing. . .or waning

 

Napundingalitaptap*

September 8, 2011

1:32am

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