Diminishing Attitude Poem by Cat Hodgson

Diminishing Attitude



Diminishing Attitude

Like the river flows, whispers persist.
Deep throughout long and tall.
High as the mountain, in darkest night.
Embedded with life its own heart.

Touched with a love story.
Depth holds my hand even void.
I sense the longing and feel moon.
As it calls in the night to drink wine.

Please don't talk of dwindling.
Or never say someday departing.
Where will a sun enchant a moon?
Because their whispers from far, is being…
© cat hodgson

Monday, July 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
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