Moon,you are hidden
Love trickles from a heart
Rain are tears on the green leaves weeping
Silent sadness lost, that cannot be reached
Only reflections of the past
In a walking dream her eyes speak
Hazel gems, set in a sliver of memory
And the distance swallows my steps,
echoing softly and alone
No moon, no love,
yet a zephyr murmurs her name
and the night swallows me
into darkness of the street
to the echoe of falling feet
She never speaks,
only her green eyes haunting,
My emerald dream of night, bitter sweet
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Due to low turnout I will be canceling this contest. Thank you for your creative energy and effort, it is much appreciated.
On a critique note, I find nothing here to tweak. I genuinely enjoyed this and am glad you used emerald as your inspiration. I wondered if people would note that beryl is a wide definition. I love your word choices - especially zephyr which I never see enough of
Good poem, thank you!
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