Love until the moon is tired,
then subside upon the beach;
it's golden colours are uninspired.
Our hands are sleeping, each to each.
A contest entry
- WE LOVED UNTIL THE MOON WAS TIRED by Swan song.
800 points, ended November 7, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know what you think of this.
Comments
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a lovely quatrain that makes me hungry for more


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soft and romantic in few words lovely work


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Wonderful
A terrific write for the theme title. And very descriptive. Best of luck in the contest

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Judith
Yes! Byron would have approved -(We'll go no more a-roving/By the light of the Moon)




