The moon was battling the thick clouds,
Threating to sufficate and extinguish it's life.
The ripples of clouds were beautifully strange,
imitating the pllowed fields below.
And then the clouds won,
and the crickets sang their lament.
Threating to sufficate and extinguish it's life.
The ripples of clouds were beautifully strange,
imitating the pllowed fields below.
And then the clouds won,
and the crickets sang their lament.
© Mandie E. Lousier
There are crickets in my wall, Mandie. I thought of your piece and sitting there in the quiet, looking to the moon.
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