moontalks

I am the title of the poetry
the argument of the essay
I'm glazed in a prose style
with one's poetic essence

I start when the page ends
to navigate into your mind
I'm like the morning coffee
and blood-red wine at night

I am the symbiote of loves
and as time goes I'm newer
I am recited and compared
in any trope that's fathomed

I am a timelessly kind one
living an infinite of feelings
I do the best in all I do about
offsetting art into a flawless


it verbalized Moon to the Sun
in a Bohemian dialect
marveling themselves why you
still don't know my name

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