When the sky turns blue
I imagine you,
I hope we might
look at the same moon,
the one tonight
I know with her,
a beautiful crescent.
I wish I could predict
when two hearts
come together
our souls tell a story.
I would think of you
I would smile when
I remember your eyes,
though I never forget.
I want to feel the
bliss of the crescent moon.
I want to know your quiet place
a nostalgic pleasant swoon
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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