The golden moon,
lush and full,
drips her light
down on the fields.
The patchwork squares
she sees from on high,
become the tapestry
on the loom she wields.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
lunar goddess
The golden moon,
lush and full,
drips her light
down on the fields.
The patchwork squares
she sees from on high,
become the tapestry
on the loom she wields.
