tell the moon it bleeds like us
there was and is not much difference amongst; thus.
sometimes fades away
like when scared , in the nooks we hesitantly lay.
it illuminates millions of miles without a strain,
like we make a change for the ones in pain.
like a shameless flower hides
when there is morning light;
changes colors , changes shape
like us till we go old and frail
and have been losing sight.
Honey, tell the stars they bleed like us
and not this planet's moon.
stars are beautiful and endless .
every star has a different light
which only belongs to it?
yet a region to satisfy .
Now doesn't it hit?
not like the moon so sorrow
hiding in the shadow of the sun.
tell the stars they bleed like us
and not the moon.
mehar
31.5.18
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Seven Visits to Heaven.
PoetryLet the mind turn the thoughts of another universe into words and sentences understood in this one.
