Harmony

Sun, 02/11/2018 - 22:21 -- Danna

The moon fused in harmony only once every four years.

Every other day it would appear to be doing so in dead set,

but they knew better, behind perfection were only tears.

 

A flawless, flickering circle lusters the music of the spheres.

If radio r was assigned to it, the distance would be a satisfying 3/r, yet

The moon fused in harmony only once every four years.

 

The distance to their respective arcs made an outstanding r5 that coheres;

Not even God could orchestrate such beautiful perfection in threat,

but they knew better, behind perfection were only tears.

 

The moon’s perfect Harmonia didn’t define the day of fears.

It was all about His will. His inability to know in every quadrennial- regret.

The moon fused in harmony only once every four years.

 

His eyes, just like theirs, were blinded by the unknown blurs

The moon’s colorful magic showered their irregular faces like a utopian octet,

but they knew better, behind perfection were only tears.

 

Unheard prayers sunken in the water of sinister, who are only but wet behind the ears.

It was his calamity in humankind, It was his regret to let

The moon fuse in harmony only once every four years;

but they knew better, behind perfection were only tears.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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