THE CAMPUS CHRONICLE

Has Anyone Ever Told You That You Look Like the Moon?

Like the softest word being spoken

Or the sweetest smell upon your flesh

You resonate…

 

Like wet paint upon the canvas

Or a T.S. Elliot Poem

You resonate…

 

Like a cherry blossom fleshly bloomed

Or a music note lingering through the air

You resonate…

 

Like a thought before it’s formed

Or the travelling man who is never home

You resonate…

 

Like a honey-filled dream that ended too soon

Or a captured firefly

You resonate….

 

Like desert sand

Or ravished fruit

You resonate…

 

Like my love, you resonate…

Like this poem, you resonate….

 

 

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