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Mar 11
The moon
In the tree's
And they danced
I watched
Their limbs
And I captured
That moment
My camera
The craters are there
The vines point
Straight to
The faint light
Small rotating orb
Like a twig
They all fall
Their weight on me
And the moon is gone
A fleeting beauty
Such of only
Existed in my imagination
My words
"It was never real"
And my heart breaks
This is a metaphorical poem referring to a beautiful love that you thought was real only to find out that reality is harsher than we want it to be.
Written by
Maude Laurent  16/F/Michigan
         ---, Maria Mitea, Fawn, Tizzop, BR Dragos and 5 others
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