Behind the window the moon is full
Shining its light
The lake is aflame
With long white scars
Flowering invisible love.

Torn at the edge
Not a reflection
I wash my heart
Flooded by whispers
Emptied of venom.

Folds in the veil
Coloured stitches
You’re not too late
These moments are forgiven.

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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