Fortune Moon

Fortune Moon
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Andrew Defrederico - 2021 Jan 01 14:50


At dawn's rise, sit upon that sinks
Into a moon of crescent lay back
As when be the satire comes to rest
Morning trembles the silence for
When we come to terms, houses become
The crumbs of our winnings return

Galloping upon, the horse's bleeding
As when run through the shadows
A night's impact of bliss treads
On the foreheads of ourselves
A remembrance for fortune in tune
Lasts of love, barren and sweat

Becomes the rain, that which shall
Never again, bring down the swamp
Where of our self, the past we became
Jumps back to that moon for a lay
At rest be, we shall have born
A new dawn's rise fortune in tune