Rosary Junction

What value’s the moon without light?
Even such blind unuseable surfaces become imbued
With myth, romance, and delight,
Through the touch of the sun
And the taming of night.

Through the cold white frosts I should not forget,
Where the light reaches, there is hope for me yet.

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