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Sun and Moon in 120 Syllables
by Uriel TovarHatred can be such a comforting sentiment;
From the way my blood boils when I see you pass
Down to the fact that I can’t get you out of my
Still pounding head in the moments before twilight
Becomes daylight. But, still, I continue this dance
Waning to your powerful eclipse, knowing I
Should be leading, impoverished by side steps, losing
My grip on how I truly feel, falling in love
With that perfection that is so far away yet
Is pulled in by the embrace of my gravity.
12/11/2012 Posted on 12/11/2012
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/12 at 05:11 PM I started counting all the syllables, but then got so caught up on the metaphysical beauty of this piece, dark as it may be, the amount didn't matter any more. |
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