Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

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Thought that love was
Sunshine and laughter
Songs, blood moons and abrading stones
Half-whispered words
In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree.

Thought that love was
A magic mushroom of tenderness
The daydream of a touch and
The aberrancy of a shiver.

Thought that love was
A secret and a mystery
The iridescence of an aspidistra.

But love is just you
Your texture
And your weight
And the chocolate in your smile.

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Milton Robertson
Milton Robertson

LOVE, The most precious and Powerful feeling on this planet. Love is Lord.


Powerful love poems. Beautiful metaphors.


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