Moon talks

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Sky welcomed the Snow Moon tonight,

so I sat down by candlelight,

looked up and embraced her motherly care.

I told her about my darkest mind affair.

“If I had a soul to open up my heart to…

I think I’d break.”- I told her.

“Break like a porcelain doll,

break like a turquoise tessarae,

fall into their everlasting arms

and let myself become a storm

of past regrets and hot tears”.

“But you can’t?”- said she.

“But I can’t”- echoed I.

“Please tell me, my dearest child’’- said she,

“which cloud painted you shameful of your own rain?”

I refused to speak.

  • Author: Moonchild (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2022 02:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this short poem yesterday while talking to the Moon. She always asks the right questions that leave me stranded...
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    unfurled wisdom, beautifully worded
    showcasing the everyday utility of introspection
    thanks for sharing! dear poet

  • Himanshi

    nicely expressed dude!!



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