Her Moon

jia55


She's fond of the moon,
Like she got her own;
A dark night in her blood,
With the blue moon inside.
She's talking to the moon,
Like she could see her reflection;
A beautiful, solitary soul,
With a quite grin on their faces.
She could cry all of it;
And the moon would her calm,
Like they only have each other.

  • Authors: jia55
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  • Finished: June 6th, 2022 15:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • Comment from author about the poem: To all the lovers of the moon out there.
  • Category: Unclassified
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