The time goes by, it does not die
It Walks barefoot in your eyes
A moment that your eyes deny
Can never bloom nor multiply
The gossip of my mind and heart
Are you a theory or an art?
So close you are, yet far apart
All logic ends, love plays the part
Within the tribe of spark and dust
The topic is who’ll give up first
Look how the dawn wrapped in lust
fell on your feet and died of thirst
A moth that never saw a flame
A flame that's heated by your name
In search of light how far it came
What the moth seeks, the moth became
-Anas Merchant
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Anas Merchant (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Nicely worded this poem makes its point well in metaphor.
Just exploring different voices
That is the way to do it.
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