A tear escaped; I held back all the rest.
Amidst chaos in my silence,
the moon whispered to me:
You're not holding on;
you're letting go.
Cry.
So, I did.
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
18 | Tears
A tear escaped; I held back all the rest.
Amidst chaos in my silence,
the moon whispered to me:
You're not holding on;
you're letting go.
Cry.
So, I did.
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