Poetry

The snarled monogamy 
needs a firework. 
A solitary moon walks on a lake 
nonchalantly. 
 
The marriage 
between the planet and moon 
was falling apart. 
In amphora lies the secret 
 
of a jeweled crown. Cynical 
berries were searching 
a quartz to find the truth of the bush 
where the colors were mixed. 
 
There is no further news of 
half-crazy stars who became 
pretty girls to start trading 
their shines.