with new hope
i look at the moon now
for she is eternity,
for no matter what happens,
she stays the same,
broken and whole
at the same time,
and always beautiful.
even if no one cares to admire it
her beauty doesn't come from others
i am now learning to understand her
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
