A Mad Life Under a Full Moon
Nothing is permanent
No praises, no kisses, no bitter words
Destined long ago, as yesterday…
Gone for good…
Done with time.
Another night will remind this
To mourn soulfully….
A mad life under a full moon.
For a poet, where there is…
a poetess too. Perhaps.
Do you remember?
Entropy.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2022
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