Tuesday, February 22, 2011,
What the moon has left is an awesome trail of dust.
Like flecks of diamonds after a jeweler's pain the sun rolled up with a fiery of glow.
Be this as it may the day has been a series of trying to fly through glass.
I can see it, hear it but can not experience the elements of it.
With tired eyes and heavy heart I will wait for the moon to make Her appearance once more.
Plan for a better day.
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