Chasing the moon
in the middle of a forest, alone in a porch in front of the house, was a full moon night just a few clouds in the sky, I noticed the moon hides behind a few clouds in the trees to dim the light. With the romantic sounds of the breeze going through the maple and pine trees, I heard a voice whispering on my ears, reminding me a broken promises that vanish like an ashes in my eyes. Trying to reach my arms chasing the moon to light my path in the middle of a spooky night.
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I love the tittle of your poems. And of course the message.