Posted on April 28, 2017 by Sarah under Blog post Mistaking the sun for the moon, walking through the crags, we cast rocks into space and grasp at stars. Mistaking burned feet for a lunar glow, bleeding from major and minor cuts, we smile and daydream through pain. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related poetry
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