Carefree days of childhood’s past
Gone for now not to last.
Only in our mind to see
Moments we call memories.
Month: July 2015
The Current Crime, Poetry by Leslie Moon
Foul, the odor greets me
at the very edge of night
before first shards of day
death chose to beat the light
too early duty calls
none would choose to go
WILDsound Festival 