Moon
I could still hearken back to the remnants of that solely beautiful memory of mine with you.
The crashing, unending, and wild tides that's trying to pound down my body.
The cold, yet, gentle wind that kissed every bit of my sensitive skin.
And the moon, that reminds me of hope and light, the moon that reflected on your hazel brown eyes, the moon that's above us from the last time I felt your lips pressed on mine.
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoesíaON-GOING Compilation of the poems I wrote. Started writing : July 4, 2020 Finished writing :
