The Cold Moon Of The Wilderness Poem by KyawZwar Myint

The Cold Moon Of The Wilderness



The cold moon of the wilderness
How do thy illumine
To stir a shiver to the bones.

Such an impudent mask
Anew-ed by the dusk
Taunting the weary man
To long a fantasy
Of the dreams' dreams
Adrift in silvery stream.

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