I was at the balcony so high
A golden plate shines bright above the sky
Even it's beam fell on to me
Oh, could you tell me? Can I come to you and be free?
Wolves are howling at the plate, shine bright
That plate gives me a golden sight
Waiting for you, or I'll come to meet
I'm waiting for the moon down by the street
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Author:
Methmi Mandara (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Feeling like I am having a relationship with no one but with the moon. I am waiting
- Category: Nature
- Views: 13
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Comments2
Lovely words ))
Thank you!
Charming little lament!
Thank you!
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