Waiting for the Moon

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Beneath a canopy of trees
so green it hurt my eyes,
I was afraid.
The sharp grass crackled,
then withered underfoot.
Stepping gingerly on
the parched & cracked
path that leads only away from
you.

Dark against the bright world,
this melancholy place
overgrown. The atmosphere close;
I want to scream.
No space between the trees for sound.
Creaking, rotten,
the darkness of the wood.
Nothing to do
but go on loving you

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Comments3

  • iAli

    Nicely written 👌

    • rebmasters

      Thank you x

      • iAli

        "X" maen??

        • 2 more comments

      • L. B. Mek

        'No space between the trees for sound.'
        that's one of those lines we all wish we had written
        a great read! dear poet

      • Vijaya Bhanu Kote

        A green meadow too appears dry when it it takes you away from the one you love.
        Intense indeed.



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