I turned the moon with my hands
so blue, so soft.....
I pressed her against my chest
feeling a ripple of love
suddenly ~ she was no longer my moon~
became wane, with 2 silvered tips ~to hurt me~
~scared~ i let her fall to the ground
the star dust from my eyes,
made the way brighter
~bright blue and soft again~
then i hung up her on my ceiling
I played some stars
to adorn my dream
and went to sleep
Capricious moon! ! ! !
An imaginative play with d moon poem. As a moonlover i found dis enthusing me. Pls do review my latest poem.
A great thought, Madam! .................nicely worded. i am really inspired
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this, wonderful imaginaiton