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
- Visible: All lines
- 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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Comments1
Nicely written....
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