photo: when I see that moon, I think I am not sure I want humans beings to go and spoil it as they are spoiling earth.
I will read slowly
the words and their syllables
as if they were touching my skin
they would roll against it
then tear it alive
they would fight among themselves
to rub closely against it
after a vain battle
they would doze off
behind the dark pages
of my old notebooks
during the Indian summer
Such a very telling poem Sylvie
Thank you Derrick
Beautiful poem
Thank you Priti
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