The Two Faces Of The Moon Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

The Two Faces Of The Moon



If the desert had water,
could I even call it the desert?
If there were nothing more
to wish for,
would dreams still exist?
Would a rose still be a rose
if it didn't have thorns?
And if I weren't afraid of losing you,
could I still call this love?

Monday, January 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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