Hold my hand
and I promise
I'll turn your
pain,
and sorrows
into sparrows
and we will watch
them go, fly, fade
beyond the clouds.
We'll return,
before dawn,
to our broken nest
we call home,
and dance on the
tunes of
moonlight piano
that will enter
our lil world
from the places
people call cracks!
After a few drinks,
we will lie down
on the ice-cold floor,
laughing at jokes,
we call life,
and bursting the cloud
people call kiss,
Climbing slowly
on top of each other
breath by breath
to only reach a point
of height
we call no return.
~ August
~ ~ ~
A/N
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Now here is a small announcement. This was one of the last Moontrap Poems which has a little mild theme. From now on, the poems will be slightly mature as I want to take my readers to new heights.
So there are chances that they will be slightly dark, unsettling, hard-hitting and very personal in nature.
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