Now the broken moon showers
the dust on your charm
in a frenzied haze;
now nothing's between me and harm.
Now just traces that linger
of your embrace once warm,
maybe this is just
the calm after the storm.~Eliza
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daydreams
Poetryrandom thoughts on pink afternoons Compilation of poems ranging from romance to nature and more.
After the storm
Now the broken moon showers
the dust on your charm
in a frenzied haze;
now nothing's between me and harm.
Now just traces that linger
of your embrace once warm,
maybe this is just
the calm after the storm.~Eliza