the rocket is dying
the labyrinth sees
the rocket is dying
by old concrete trees
the feather-moon lingers
the train sputters on
the feather-moon lingers
the passenger's gone
a stranger is nearing
the neon lights glare
a stanger is nearing
dust chokes the air
anonymity fades
the engine is sighing
anonymity fades
for the rocket is dying
Please tell me what you think
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I have read this a few times and each time new and different images come to mind. I like that about this. It shows me the many ways this piece can be interpreted. Truly creative! Thank you for sharing this with me and best wishes to you in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use dear poet. Good luck in the contest!
♥ Touchof1der
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