misshapen moon
------------------------
me still an odd crescent
on a land bitter tonight
let me hide in the shade
let the light make me fade
Yesterday, to my drowsy eyes, moon looked shabby and out of that usual sweet dolly shape. It was cloudy and gave moon a place to hide his face. Occasionally, we too search for cloud.
poem - misshapen moon
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment