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Why the moon is rarely blue





Are people still killing
dying for the things
that men made?
I've lost touch
I read too much
write poetry in the shade
I've been observing
how gentle the light
is with the darkness
Familiar like soulmates
its never a bit awkward
actually its beautiful
how they collaborate
they dip their paintbrushes
into a rainbow
look at each other
as if theirs is a secret
only they know
see you in the morning
a kiss as they go
my dear universe manifested
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  1. UnknownAugust 30, 2012 at 4:00 PM

    very nice...

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    1. UnknownMay 27, 2013 at 11:34 AM

      When i say,that this poem really does capture a desire felt by all mankind w/c seems so noble and beautiful...
      i love the way flows of your mind and i really enjoy it!
      -you did it well-

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  2. KJ InkSeptember 2, 2012 at 4:54 AM

    Beautiful

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  3. UnknownMay 29, 2013 at 8:17 AM

    I really enjoy it,i love in everyline specially the last part...

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