Different time zones
different continents
different days,
some days….
Different morn and night
hard to tell sometimes…
Might as well be different centuries
different lives
different air
different seasons
connected by a silver
thread so so fine
it’s hardly there
except on clear nights
when the moon is full
on the mountains, dark,
at ha’passed nine,
when the moonlight catches it just so
.and, for a minute, it hums with
a brilliant light.
This was a brilliant write
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