that become luminous moths
stirred by the fall breeze
flying to the blue moon
to be burned by the
frost of loss as I
dream of you
and your
last ice
warm
kiss.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another poem about lost love.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Not sure what style the poem is in, but I do like the shape the words make, and the third stanza is a good catch.
Best regards.
Thank you!
Good emotive write.
Much thanks!
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