The moon begins to fall
The distance I thought so far
It seems was not far at all
Far off a bright shining star,
Beckons a clarion call,
The cry feels so bizarre,
The journey starts with a crawl
Accompanied by guitars
While Moon furthers falls
The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
The moon begins to fall
The distance I thought so far
It seems was not far at all
Far off a bright shining star,
Beckons a clarion call,
The cry feels so bizarre,
The journey starts with a crawl
Accompanied by guitars
While Moon furthers falls