Moon of calm and storms.
Moon traversed by myriads
of unconscious eyes
that do not removed your shackles, they squeeze them.
That inclement time of eternity
vibrates in the enchanted and coercible
Wonderful penning, Zeleira. I really enjoyed:)
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Thanks, friend Pryde. The enjoyment of this route of 100 days of poetry has made us more sensitive, deeper in the words and fibers ... right?
So true:)