Lunacy

The moon would say it's lonely, too,
I think, if it could talk to me. It's
Earth is very far away, but near
Enough to have a pull the moon's
Unable to escape. It circles, silent,
Staring at the loveliest of things
It sees, and wishes that the planet's
Warmth would penetrate its
Frozen realm. The moon is lonely,
As am I. I talk to it. It doesn't
Answer me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-20 at 14:11

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