Meet me beneath the cloudless moon

On the path where the end begins

Make time stand still

Tell me again

all the beautiful and the terrible

Words carried by the wind

Forgive me as I turn, hands shaking

And cast off the dust of you

Arsenic, lead, silver, and bone

~Reduced

Draft

Anna G. Watson

~ educator, aspiring writer, simple design and style

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