They say it's all just coincidence
But I say
how can It be that
the sunset creates color in the sky
that is different every time
and moves the heart of an old man
Or a way a woman falls in love for the first time
while a baby breaths Life after darkness.
-True Reddora
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Moon Child Poem
PoetryPoem Collections Poem are like water to the Soul. So I write my heart out, so it won't bleed inside. July 17 2018 - #37 IN POEMBOOK
