Friday, July 14, 2023

Poem: "The Ghostly Sky" by Ted Axe

The Ghostly Sky
Ted Axe (c.)

Below zero
Tonight the air bites
The moon is a ship-wrecked galleon
Floating on the ghostly sky
Do not weep my Darling
My Darling do not cry
For sure as the morning comes
I'll be with you
By your side.

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