Free verse № 102847
Old Friends
A single star
Cradled in a crescent moon.
Shedding a light
More silver than blue.
A wedding tomorrow.
Will that star still be there?
Is it some kind of omen
For the love they share.
It's funny how
I can see it from here,
How they come together,
In the heavens without fear.
I'll be watching tonight
To see if they meet again.
To cradle like lovers
Or kiss like old friends.
27 comments
A wedding mannana
Somewhere in Rowanda
The groom has AIDS
As Uranus fades
Away, yadda yadda
yadda.
I feel it lends to the flow if second lines are in
small case.
This poem has no constructive criticism at all.
No big deal, but I thought about what you said and
have been critiquing to help because I thought praise
was not acceptable comment. Peace!
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