“Moon” — C.Birde, 4/20
There are nights when I wake
with the Moon,
in one of Her many guises,
resting on my windowsill
singing in the very same
melancholy key
as the chords ringing
in my head,
constantly;
and I ask,
in sleep-soft speech,
“What key are we
singing,
ringing
in?”
— C.Birde, 4/20
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