The moon is a giant crystal ball
Covered in miles of white future plains
Our ancestors roam the ghostly city
We so big only make a little shadow always to remain
Life is hard rough and tough
But they sleep soundly on the white snowdust
The moon escapes our unkind world
Its peaceful calm no change what so ever
Future seeing
Ghostly city…..
Our world is precious but do we care for the giant crystal ball?
By Kirstie-Anne Woodman
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