Winter Tilts

by Rania Moallem   Dec 23, 2020


You often flare in darkness,
and I see you in the dim side
of the moon.
Your gloominess passes to me
like bitter, sinful blades.
My halo wanes
but I stand still by the sun
in every winter solstice.
And I know,
in vain I hold on and wait,
for your ill-lit path
to compensate me for my lost stars
and for your eternal noise
to apologize to my constant silence.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Once an Angel

    "Your gloominess passes to me
    like bitter, sinful blades."

    These lines gave me shivers, the simile was perfect and original. When I write sometimes I feel like I am struggling to find new words/my words, to say something that has been said 1,000 times before. This simile is exactly that.

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