Poetry: For when words paint the picture

Anuradha Sarup Anuradha Sarup

Words from the full moon

The full moon peeks in through my window
Autumn moons are always special
But today it seems even more so
Bigger.
Brighter, as say the commercials.

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Maybe

With Fall comes rain
And golden leaves
Mirrored reflections
On every street.
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One night in Vienna

It happens every night,
but one night I was also there.
To see the magic of the lights
as they lit up the Cathedral square.

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Choices

In my mind, in my hands,
is the power to create.
And the power to destroy.
What I choose to do
makes me the person I am.

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BROWNS

On my palette dark and burnt and brown.
Colours that remained, after the greens were gone.

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