Red Moon

Running to nowhere or
somewhere, she feels alone.
The moon is full tonight,
yet it shines strange upon her sorrow.
Misunderstood nymph,
the woods give you so much love.
Once trees provide a seat,
she looks to the blood red moon.
She is sad no more.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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