Sunday, May 8, 2016

Moon

It was a moon, I love
Knowing its unstability
Of showcasing the love
Sometimes full or sometimes none
But always a moon.

It was a moon, I love
Knowing its loneliness
Among the thousands stars
Sometimes it cries to sleep or lies wide awake
But always a moon.

It was a moon, I love
Knowing we could feel each other
For nobody else knew the song
Of loneliness better than us
It was always us; a moon and me.

2 comments:

  1. A very beautiful and romantic poem. U remind me of John Keats and William Wordsworth.... Keep writing.

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    1. Truly humbled with your kind words..thanks a ton. Take care and nice day la 😊

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