The moon was full,
The rose had bloomed,
The stars were twinkling,
Her scars were glistening;
The dew dripped down,
Her tears trickled down..
The Sun had set,
Her grief left her wet
She lay down alone,
The horizon was her own.
With no interruption, on the side,
She could scream out, in the void….
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
The moon was full,
The rose had bloomed,
The stars were twinkling,
Her scars were glistening;
The dew dripped down,
Her tears trickled down..
The Sun had set,
Her grief left her wet
She lay down alone,
The horizon was her own.
With no interruption, on the side,
She could scream out, in the void….