Full Moon is a poem about age decay and everything that comes along with it, from physical changes to life regrets.
The words are blurred. They are lost. Eyes are getting older. They are blinded. Our wrinkled faces Are mirrored in front of us. Desires that were not fulfilled Touch feelings that were hurt. We move forward holding sticks. You walk beside me. We both wrestle. Sun is getting dark. It’s getting late. Full moon tonight Υour pale face resembles
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