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Monday, April 28, 2008

It passed Surmions

Bare are the moonlit mountains
And the sullen glowing trees
With the Moon's carmine curtains
Of clouds swirling as the seas

None escapes unfervent rays
Of incandescent luster
Satellites terminal phase
That never cease to falter

Up there grazing with the stars
Blissful, playing in my eyes
Relief for my wounds and scars
Greatest solace of my skies

1 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

I'm so entranced with the moon this days that i cant seem to resist myself to write this poem...

for the moon...

Surmions is the resort where the seminar for environmental awareness took place... there it happened..