Secret Convictions

The moon reminds

Me of our last kiss,

Hugging the purple

Sky makes me reminisce,

If I look up at the crescent

Again I feel like

I would die

Amongst her assessment,

I would transcend

Along the presence

Of my past confessions,

The moon can judge me

Because it saw the essence

Of my secret convictions

– Nick F. Hawkins

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