Stride written by Theresa C. Newbill
..love is not shown in the broadcasting of feelings,but in shouting them silently to the fading moon.
If for a few still moments love bubbles in its own universe,let me become addicted to the moon’s faraway tragedy.
I am tired of pretending, it’s true, but tell me anyway,if words plume in lingering raindrops, then sleep in tragedy.
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