There is a high moon.
It looms with my heart beat.
The beat slowly dies.
How does it work?
Beautiful Poem. Nicely Done!!!
This hit me so hard. Loved your poem!
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Beautiful Poem. Nicely Done!!!
This hit me so hard. Loved your poem!