Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
through the nights speckled sky,
And it will etch our names into its woody heart,
So that we may be
together,
forever.
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One summer, when I was about five years old, I abruptly glanced upon the vast sea with new eyes, ones that saw the water that I used to love so dearly in a petrifying new light.
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Under the green jungle crown
you silently go,
Shimmers of light pattering
down onto your soft, worn skin.
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The deep, unconscious current guards
my hopeless human figure from
the continuous plume of silence
echoing below my floating forearms.
my pure body is tossed in a
Comments
This made me smile, I feel like it should go on a card or get framed somewhere with a really loopy script font. Lovely poem
Thank you.
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