Noon
By MichellePublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Stefan Friebis on Unsplash
There is a high moon.
It looms with my heart beat.
The beat slowly dies.
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The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful Poem. Nicely Done!!!
This hit me so hard. Loved your poem!