In between your
scintillating stars
and your luminous moon.
. . . Between the perfection
and hesitance,
and where affection
filled the atmosphere.
Formal covers,
and black-haired stripling
are concealed behind the walls
of the Gemini.
Perhaps, they see a perfectionist
But I had seen
a proficient, wise man.
END.
Read more on Inkitt for free. https://www.inkitt.com/stories/poetry/915238?utm_source=shared_ios
YOU ARE READING
| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.
