It's windy
The sky is moving fast.
I can barely see the moon
through its' cracks.
It's fierce
It's force
It's fair I suppose.
It moves oceans
It moves mountains
The separation
between earth and soil.
Guide us oh fair moon
with your new and mighty warmth
For we now know your purpose.
Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas
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Thinking inside the box, because it's never really outside until it is manifested.
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