They tell me the moon is full of secrets, hidden in the noon day.
The echo grew louder
while the sky grew dark.
Only chance your secrets will bother, is when shadows take their nap.
I didn’t think I’d cry. I cried.
Tears stop abruptly
then dry up.
They tell me the moon is full of secrets, hidden in the noon day.
The echo grew louder
while the sky grew dark.
Only chance your secrets will bother, is when shadows take their nap.
I didn’t think I’d cry. I cried.
Tears stop abruptly
then dry up.
seasons: a poetic journey 