The tailored moon is staring at us
Grasping our host beneath the irregular plot
It may wished that we will be alright—
Or maybe... it's the other way around.
The constellations is performing above
Taking us in a sacred realm
It may let us go into quietude—
Or maybe... it's the other way around.
The evening was blanketed beyond
Veiling the forthcoming daybreak
It may conduct a submissive duration—
But you'll never postulate... it may be the other way around.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Final Amends; Short Poems ✔️
PoesiaBook 3 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "I could easily and hopelessly fall- although I'll release my all." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPOSES.) Copyr...
