The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom
Loneliness weaves its melancholy decision.
It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.
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Whisper echos in the silent dune.
I am left like a dry lawn with no precision.
The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom
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A dance alone, a waltz too soon.
A symphony of tears, a bad luck incision.
It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.
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Embraced by the other side, a typhoon.
Yearning for connection, an empty vision.
The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom
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Footsteps louder, increasing too soon.
Presumptions running to head on collision.
It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.
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Yet, touched by light, vision strewn.
A lone soul, beneath the orb’s supervision
The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom
It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.
About the Creator
Jay,when I write
Hello.
What?
23, Black, queer, yup
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Comments (1)
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your Villanelle!