Apogee Moon

Eyes I much miss in mine,
Where are you now?
Are you mine-like, teared in brine
Brimming the brow?

In this rain-sloshed afternoon,
With poetry I trace
My broken heart upon your face,
Far-off Apogee Moon!

Teach, my sky-shy poet-protégée,
Coy distances mar!
Tell my much missed one, Apogee
Is a country too far!

And from my cratered heart, send
Perigee as amend,
Tell her, O moon, Apogee nurses
My crestfallen verses!

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Saurin Desai
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I miss my moon too, she’s right now in mode apogee and hidden behind clouds of storm… my crestfallen verses 🙂

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