the moon is pink
a hallucination
of spring-time beauties-
forever serenade my soul
the moon
with its lovely
lavender & white hues
adored like a bouquet of roses
it was my illusion,
a dreamer's fantasy
my lamb in the
darkness
it served as a guide
in a world
without much beauty-
enveloped in madness
the stars
gather around
like angels on a
distant heaven on earth
my dream
had only been
an accidentally
fatal glance
the moon could
never be pink
just a myth
i tried desperately
to believe
(b.d.s.)
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
the moon is pink
a hallucination
of spring-time beauties-
forever serenade my soul
the moon
with its lovely
lavender & white hues
adored like a bouquet of roses
it was my illusion,
a dreamer's fantasy
my lamb in the
darkness
it served as a guide
in a world
without much beauty-
enveloped in madness
the stars
gather around
like angels on a
distant heaven on earth
my dream
had only been
an accidentally
fatal glance
the moon could
never be pink
just a myth
i tried desperately
to believe
(b.d.s.)
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