It was not how her smile
brought down the universe
to its knees
nor how she made
the sun burn in its core
just to have a dance on her lips
that made him crave her
rather
it was how she had turned
even the gentle moon
into a killer
killing the burning sun
every single day
just to write silver poems
on her radiant skin.
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Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
