Bleed me, moon
of all my sorrows and regrets
Leave me empty,
no space between
walls touching
whole
My darkness
does not blind me
I part
the night
and welcome
the sun
Day 13 of 31
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Ahaa beautiful writre full of hope....
ReplyDeleteLoved these opening lines too.. 'Bleed me, moon
of all my sorrows and regrets
Leave me empty,'
You sent me to the dictionary to look up climacteric. Thank you! I love learning new words.
ReplyDeletexoA
Intense and dark
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