Vengeful Moon.

Published on by Tosha Michelle

253543_1163488105_largeAll that’s left is the echo of you.

I hear you in the wind

whispering to the trees

while the red bird flies

and love dies in the chill

The stars once bright

gaze down with dull eyes

The river flows faster

carrying with it regret

I lie in the grass.

where we shared our first kiss

and we spoke with white clover tongues

lyrical verses that burned in the sun

Our hearts were joined in a fiery bliss

Love grew but in the end

all that was left was bent, broken branches.

The sun set and the cold crept in

Blanketed in darkness.

I lost my muse to a vengeful moon

-Tosha Michelle

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