Love, a poem written by Ali Aryan at Spillwords.com

Love

Love

written by: Ali Aryan

 

Every morning as she slept,
Sun rose on her skin,
Delicately as if the moon rises without letting anyone know,
Trying to burn her skin in his attempt of warming her soul,
She was in herself a spectacular source of lighting,
To which the sky worshipped,
And the moon bowed every night.

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