Wishes and desires,
Just or unjust,
Born in the dark,
Crawl with a dance,
Demand the light.
I show my darkness,
Say they are true,
They are, in-fact,
I then,
Demand love.
I wait for answers,
Wait,
And wait,
I guess,
It’s going to be forever!
Like light flies,
Everything’s dying,
Even when dying,
Beautiful,
Still beautiful.
Moon,
My dear secret keeper.
Beautiful!
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Beautiful lines…
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Beautiful verses!
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Wow💕 that was awesome
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Lovely and so true as the Moon is the best of secret keepers!
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In my Aboriginal Ojibway culture Moon is Grandmother Moon who watches over us here in this world. I LOVE your poem because my Grandmother was my secret keeper for many years….
Great poem…
Sherri-Ellen 🙂
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oh, such a beauty to hear that. I am so glad to see this connection. 🙂
Thank you many.. 🙂
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You’re sooo good with the words 💞
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