Poem -
The Blue Hope
The Moon is a breast
breastfeed the wolves
and the night's milk
is not like any drink
Inexhaustible whiteness
and fangs do not wean
blackness is colored
and the poet is unseen
The stars are letters
and You are the Ink
buried in the pen
until reborn on silk
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Very good!Â
Thanks a lot
" The stars are letters and you are the ink buried in the pen and reborn on silk"
That is great writing . It is almost lyrical. It rings with perceived truth and admiration. Almost wonder I guess.
Lovely
Violet
Thanks a lot, i appreciate Your Shiny words.