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Winter Sky
 

An eerie, ghostly galleon chased the wind
across a dark and cloudy winter sky.
The captain of that lunar vessel grinned,
daring dull stars to follow him and fly.

Quickly the fickle wind tired of this play,
for none were there as witness of his might.
He left the moon alone to ply his trade
though come, he would for games another night.




By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Photoshop Talk Challenge number 1 (challenge has been closed)


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