Dear Moon


I ask Moon
to spill all his silver over me
He breaks himself in smithereens
And lose all his existence to me.


By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


      1. Yeah sure.
        Most of my best composition
        Come out of counter thoughts
        Or responses.

        Love once felt in pure sense
        Will always stand out.

        Even if you throw stones
        Or break it into pieces
        It will come back
        Always if it was real.

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