A Poem by Robin Goodfellow

Because falling is love doesn't have to be that bad


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 


© 2016 Robin Goodfellow

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This is absolutely stunning

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Robin Goodfellow

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Thank you so much!

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