I sip at my moonlight confessions
whilst the fleeting August winds
dance in the threads
of my dream catcher
Frost bitten winds burnt in the heat
of November celebrations caught up
in our own wizz and whoosh
even sparklers fused with envy
now I only wish
to watch our memories burn
suddenly your words
wilted like dead flowers
when forever never came
whilst mine still break
in gentle sighs of defeat
simply whispering
I shall wait until then,
till I can count on a shooting star
to bring the dreams August weaves
and play September’s song in verses new
to this lonesome heart
May 23, 2017 at 11:44 am
Wow. This is beautiful. 😌
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May 23, 2017 at 11:45 am
Thank you for such kind words
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May 24, 2017 at 10:04 am
What a beautiful poem !!!!
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May 24, 2017 at 10:07 am
Thank you. Glad to hear you liked it
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May 27, 2017 at 9:29 am
Beautiful !
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May 27, 2017 at 9:35 am
Thank u for such kind words
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June 3, 2017 at 1:13 pm
Beautiful!
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June 3, 2017 at 1:56 pm
Thanks a ton
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June 19, 2017 at 8:17 pm
SO, it was all those wishes upon stars that led to your August dreamer?
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June 20, 2017 at 5:51 am
You could say so 😛
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June 20, 2017 at 5:51 am
You could say so 😛
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May 23, 2017 at 11:17 am
thank you so much
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