Serge Kapol Poems

I stare into the distance,
With a certain persistence,
Waiting through the night,
Waiting for the light,
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Stare up at the moon
I wonder if you
Are staring at it too?
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I've been left in the dust
Left behind to rust
Red moon or bust.
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On the move again
Turn a corner to meet the end
The reaper roams the streets
Where soldiers march to the beat
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The train rolls in and,
The passengers boards,
Last call,
All aboard!
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The wind passes through the trees,
And they all sway with the breeze
Losing their green,
Beginning a brand new scene.
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