Redial The Right Number - 0910

Poem By Jonathan ROBIN

By night
A wandering roar
And ebbing clouds
Shape the deep moonlight
Reflecting
A momentarily leaving light.

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This an amazing poem...I loved it
A stunning image. I love this. Chrissie


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