Old Rusty Moon Poem by guillermo veloso

Old Rusty Moon



I opened a torn box of memories
Folders, moth-eaten notebooks and yellowed photographs
I rummaged about looking for lost muses and mute lovers

An old rusty moon poured like sand from my dry pen
Tears poured down and gave life to parched pages
A candle burned the past away
Hot to the touch and better now for the pain

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