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Poetry

We fall, every season. We love, who they are. We lose, because the hope lost. -Ristin 🍁

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by UnperfecTine

by UnperfecTine

the moon are

smiling to the child,

who's watching

the ocean waves.

then, the child

talked to the moon.

"why the star keep shining?
but we can't reach it?"

The moon answered;

"not all beautiful things
in the world are touchable.

yes, they give you light.

but soon darkness conquer it.

like the pain you felt

when you fall in love early evening."

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