Random fall from moon
descending into riots
wants to err again.
Moonlight sleeps in my
room. I will ask her to go
back, after sunrise.
Will not accept your
unseen departure. It will
hurt, picking on me.
-
Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2021 20:00
- Category: Nature
- Views: 5
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.