A blue poem

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As the nets of the night weave the moon,
And he calls himself a cricket on the grass.
I watch the horizon silently,
The hand of the evening is slightly blue.

The moon will intertwine the golden threads of being.
In my mind
What are they walking with you?
Dreams wander
Untangle your hair,
Gently caresses you,
Watch and kiss,

Let me write a song in blue,
So let me forget it,
Or maybe a white song,
Oh, my dearest darling.

Author: Maxima

Maxima is a pseudonym I've been using to authenticate my work. I’m a writer, poet, literary critic, and author of several booksIn addition , poetry as a basic form of literary creation ,writes short stories , aphorisms , literary criticism . ( Don't Let Tears Kiss My Face )( Between Shadows ) Poems written by Maxima have been translated into: English, French and Spanish As hobbies, I have a passion for photography and creating meaningful videos. In this site you will likewise see showcase my video creativity. Thank you for dropping by! Feel free to follow; feel free to comeback! With love Maxima

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