The Moon Bridge Poem by Ari Alsio

The Moon Bridge



The woman is the sweetest,
why do the menus in a different way?
Terrible and beautiful,
I am looking for ugliness like faun

A woman alone on a cliff,
I think not only to be alone,
watching him, many secretly,
memories for his return.

It was summer was evening,
sea ​​moon bridge.
Campfire embers had come,
and they put like crazy!

Monday, September 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: woman
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ari Alsio 22 September 2015

Thank you to give thanks for my friend Kurt. Ari

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Kelly Kurt 21 September 2015

An enjoyable poem to read, Ari. Thanks

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