Nocturne

Nocturne

A Poem by Robin Goodfellow
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Because falling is love doesn't have to be that bad

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We watch the moons sleep, the

slightest touch of our fingers 

brushing against each other, the

silence drifting on without

another care in the lonely 

forests. I see the reflections 

across your wonder-filled

face, your red cheeks along 

the caresses of winter’s frosty

twilight. I reach for your hand,

and hold it against my chest, 

your precious pulse still 

lingering in 

warmth. 

© 2016 Robin Goodfellow


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This is absolutely stunning

Posted 7 Years Ago


Robin Goodfellow

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much!

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Added on August 10, 2016
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Tags: moon, night, twilight, mirror, reflections




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