Moths Eyebrow

Great wind arcs, and cuts.
But the pine trees still, and stiller.

By candle light a sage catches a moths eyebrow arching.
Effortless flow of empty sleeves unfurls the bright shining dipper.


By the sages candle light, the arching of a moths eyebrow.
The pine trees refuse the greats winds offer of a dance.

To a moths beat, empty sleeves in effortless flow,
the great shining dipper unfurls, star by star.


The great wind offers a dance, accepted by tumbling rain.
The pine trees stand still, and stiller.

A sages candle light bright, and brighter.
A moths eyebrow arches, and arches.


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Playing with versions again.


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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