I captured this moon December 29th
At 739 in the morning
In that moment
Little did I know
The pause became my warning
The last full moon has now become
The first full moon I remember.
“Evermore” was the song that played
Was it a devine intervention ?
The DNA that bonded us
Gone to another dimension
A vibe a sort of frequency was felt
And god did it feel hollow!
I felt you leave the atmosphere
No trace of you to follow
How selfish of you to leave!
Now I have become an only child
That was a selfish thing to say
My mind is dark. Defiled.
Beginning to end you belong to them
As I see you shine
The best of you is beyond this world
Only flesh and blood were mine
About the Creator
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