Where we going?.

A beautiful poem. Kevin

Jay

cradle

Where poets meet to write about hopes and dreams

Stare into night given skies

Filled with constellations

So beautiful they are

As the moon offers a cradle

To sleep

Once words have been placed

On parched paper

Knowing they weep

poet NbJ

photo taken 2006

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