The night forbids
Pairs in the cold
Seen or unseen
Their hearts still bold
Spy the moon is
To the hate does unfold
And to the caress
Tight in each hold.
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
Forbidden
The night forbids
Pairs in the cold
Seen or unseen
Their hearts still bold
Spy the moon is
To the hate does unfold
And to the caress
Tight in each hold.
