The days are slow, the nights are longer
Without the white of moon, he will wonder
Without the glare of sun, he will wander
And when the Moon is full so is his hunger
He has been going down a path of the unknown
Following her, in any weather, through any zone
Treading on forever, any havoc, any wrong
He has known the route for ages, for she is his kingdom
© Delia Ross. 2019
Kingdom come, thy will be done, come conquer this land… amens
PoeEternal 
Lovely and deep on many levels.
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That’s lovely to hear, thank you!
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You are very welcome. Short poems bring the longest dwelling sensation when every word is perfection.
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Wow, thank you!
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Food for thought between poets…
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