And here comes the moon
I saw you crescent last night
And you are full tonight
In the morrow
There will be a burrow
Where I will nestle
For your next crescent
And all will be well
Because you will be
Smiling again.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
