The moon from the fairy tale I heard is here Fair but far from reach spreading light - bright but cool
The song she sings - a melody from heart To it I try to add lyrics from languages known still, the mystery of the song goes unsolved; With a voice of both pain and happiness she sings a song with a magic lightening the stars
In an attempt to solve the mystery I have been awake all night All the funny moments we lived all the happiness we shared had I ever known our destiny vary would have then itself known, how precious they were
Last I saw you running away in a hurry red with tears of blood no word, never turned back. I now realize how much precious the last good bye are
I want to learn to bit a farewell; decent and true For, the conversation we had seem to be incomplete without a farewell speech that would help move on with a season to forgive and forget...
You write of it so expressively, the way a lunar eclipse serves as a trigger for memories with no closure that occasionally haunt you at every thought they plant in your head. Except, this isn't the usual haunting and kicking and screaming, it's the gentle haunting that exhausts you so with thoughts of where the other has gone after departing from you without a word.
Well expressed.
Moon is the best romantic subject that a poet could always use to relate with. Now you proved that !!! The words you used and the Picture you choose, everything is perfect. I enjoyed it !!!
A fine work expressed precisely yet descriptively...you combine clever conception and facetious expression that the reader himself gives while reading...and that can only happen when a reader connects with written work :)
You write of it so expressively, the way a lunar eclipse serves as a trigger for memories with no closure that occasionally haunt you at every thought they plant in your head. Except, this isn't the usual haunting and kicking and screaming, it's the gentle haunting that exhausts you so with thoughts of where the other has gone after departing from you without a word.
Well expressed.
Wow, you did an awesome job at working in that blood moon metaphor...in fact I didn't even pick up on it till I got to the end. I liked the first line very much...I knew the table was being set for a piece of introspection and metaphor. There's something about the moon in its many forms and shapes that just seems to demand reminiscence from whoever looks it in the eye. This was a thought-provoking piece that I loved very much...well done sushi :)
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