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Chasing the Light

I watched a thousand rays of light trickle from a neon moon,
As I glided across the icy lake listening to the bellowing of a loon,
Life was still and calm, but I feared morning would come too soon.

Shrouded in the dark of night,
Breathing in that sacred moonlight,
I stood finally at peace with no one left to fight.

I made my way back toward the shore,
And readied myself as I had done before,
Yet nothing was the same evermore.

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Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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