The moon is a strange colour
The night has an eery sound
Premonition plumps the sun's distant cousin
round
what is bigger than death?
Our most fierce argument or wishes are
petty and trivial
and words... embarrassingly flimsy
against its finality
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
but a prayer of silence
we may offer
Maria
31 Jan 2010
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