Past Actions

Past Actions

Blue planet
remains sad. Nowadays
moon rises late.

A perpetual messenger,
grey sky, writes an
accidental poem.

I read the saddened
moon's face to condole
the river, for the loss
of its unique lover.

Let me watch the
return of the assassin
after ejecting the venom.

I will ride over
my demons now. Nothing
was left to remember.