AGAIN… AGAIN… / Poem by Natalia Govsha

Poem by Natalia Govsha
The languid, thinned moon gleamed .
And through the tight veil of the night,
she seeped like honey, slowly, drop by drop.
She cannot stop, and cannot overcome
the delight and bitterness of dark dense light.
It is no longer possible to desire and wait
and not receive the desired pleasure
of an unreasonable love – beyond of measure…
Alas, time never stops and night will come again.
Again the honey of the moon will melt
in magical confusion, and in vain
spreading the illusion, drop by drop…
© Natalia Govsha

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