The sketches paint my unsaid rue,
and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue.
It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Bruises
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The sketches paint my unsaid rue,
and night tramples them with an ultramarine hue.
It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight.
Comments are closed.
honestly…there are very…& I REPEAT VERY ….few ppl who could put so much of thought, depth, emotion & even life in 4 simple lines….
U r amazing in writing is all I can say dear…
:-) Thanks Niks. Much appreciated.
It could have been, was it for me to decide;
So the moonlight heals my bruise tonight…
beautiful rhymes,
the imagery in words and image is breath taking..
Thanks for sharing it with poets rally week 33.
have fun visiting.
;)
:-)
beautiful! :-)
Thanks :)
Beautiful rhymes and even more perfect imagery – really good work.
Hey Neha, thanks :)
OMG…this is brilliant…
short but really deep…
I love it :)
Well said…
I love that part …’moonlight will heal my bruises tonight’…how satirical it is!
Thanks…
Moonlight heals my bruise – yes. well crafted piece that honors the intelligence of the reader.
And the intelligence of the writer? ;-) thanks
Cleaver words, loved it :)
great! very involved without being too fussy
love the simplicity
Thanks!