On the path of moon men,
Driven to understand the path.
I'm as cryptic as they come,
You don't even have to ask.
Explorations lead us around,
Until moon people turn to ash.
It was them that stood around,
Waiting to catch stacks...
Of fat, honey biscuits,
Fallen from the path.
Deception and anticipation,
Won't last long, for the trash...
Moon people are here, at last.
Copyright July 8th, 2018. Robyn Eggs Photography. All photos are my original work. For permissions, email robyneggsandtoast at gmail dot com.
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