Moon Rolls Down
Hand-made globe
In silver-gold robe
Is it so round?
Perfection profound?
Reflecting on rivers
In winter, shivers.
Like a rough stone
Sometimes, wind blown
Tries to get in homes
Through windows and domes
Though seems flawless
Isn't it, often, callous?
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment