Free Verse

Posted November 30th, 2018 by Kieu Henney

Drift

The moon rises until no longer

The air picks up the sand, for others

To breathe the fresh air

The stars come out one by one, for those

Who wish to gaze and admire

 

I lay my head down

I let go of my thoughts

The air strums the guitar

 

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