buried letters | 001


My dear, I have fallen in love with your melancholy

Even if you think it is a billowy surge.

Let me alleviate your senses

when the monsters attempt to strafe you.


Let me help you mend your earthly wound

Like how the clouds sweep hurricanes.

If you will only let me embrace your imperfections,

I will protect you when the world is against you.


Copyright © Moon Cohem, 2021

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