Dew Poem by Julia Iwanetzki

Dew

Rating: 5.0


The night leaves in the morning breeze
her tears upon frail orchids bones
The sun reflects his glorious face
inside the drops of fresh dew tears
Ruthless he robs the pale moonshine
and claims her glow as his own light

Tuesday, April 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: moon,night,sun
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Amrod 30 April 2022

Hi Julia, A very refreshing thought! I enjoy moonlight actually more myself.

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