Spirit Rises

Half faced moon looks down
On quiet houses
Caravans float in wet grass
Distant hills like islands
In the mist
Into tree rimmed tunnels
The road sways like a lover
As music trickles into ears
The spirit rises
A new day has begun

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mike
    Mar 18, 2014 @ 01:33:22

    I see it. I feel it. Nice work.

    Reply

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