the moonlight pours over us
cradled in a bed of dying violets and clovers
the flowers on my dress imitating the scene
your brown eyes staring into mine
looking into my heart, at my soul, all over
this may be the last night we get to do this
before the waves rise much too high
and pollution continues to fill the sky
but until we have to go,
before the poison consumes our bones,
will you grant me one last kiss?
Hannah Bailey is a 21 year old poet and artist located in Ohio, USA.
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