Half Past 3

by Maple Tree   Apr 28, 2021

I thought
long ago, that rivers
gathered tears
to water, nourish
trees that lay close by-

not to cross over
but to breathe
as moss lace
covered their naked souls;

how young
and naive
I was back then.

In the depth of midnight
moon hovers and uncovers
hidden secrets and those rivers

Shadows gather
half past 3

I'm reminded
of the darkness
that holds my tears
until the sun rises.


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  • 5 months ago

    by Star

    what an ending!! Really powerful poem

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