The moon
that night hung
perilously low,
illuminating
things better left
unsaid.
Half truths
in full shadow;
starlit illusions
flittering away
on the breeze.
Stark dawn
offered clarity
to a night
best left behind.
A collection of poetry by Pamme Boutselis
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