To The Red Mooon Poem by Liza Sud

To The Red Mooon

Rating: 3.5


The moon with golden hair
colors her curls herself!
reflections of bloody offenses,
up to the clouds she hates.

Guitar strings chime to the ocean,
drop their rhythms... A blue Screen
will suck you into Day's whirlwind.
Dear, appreciate me!

Thursday, October 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: moon
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