You taught me to love the sun.
The color.
The noise.
I had always loved the moon,
The darkness.
The silence.
It couldn’t be true for these two to mix -
Yet every incomparable interaction was proof I was wrong.
So here I am holding onto the last of light
because you taught me,
to love the sun.
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Author:
Caroline McRill (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2023 00:46
- Comment from author about the poem: A love, further than the distance between sun & moon, yet drawn to one another in order to be completed.
- Category: Love
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Comments3
connection completed & thoroughly enjoyed .. welcome to MPS .. Neville
Wrong vowel.
Simply beautiful!
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