3 Poem by Leon Moon
3
Rating: ★5.0
Cyclical beams, opalescent streams
Craft the silence encasing every dream
Draining the emptiness our mind conceives
When we believe there's nothing else to meet
But the silhouettes star-lit greed, out of reach,
Carving tomorrow's sun from the love we bleed
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apr 2021 added during changes to nothing seems so real
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7/23/2025 10:34:52 AM # 1.0.0
‘ Carving tomorrow's sun from the love we bleed' excellent. Enjoyed reading.5 *s