Luna Poem by Nick Kler

Luna



Luna speaks to me tonight
Taking me back to 1989

Memories start to run wild
Your taste starts to linger

My heart pushed to its limits
Words refuse to come out

Traveling from high above
Upon the skidding lights

Nightingales come for me
Just to release me

From all these sufferings
And my heart beat

Saturday, October 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,nightingales,pain,suffering
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