My Moonbeam


I trapped a moonbeam
in a bottle
now its mine, all mine.
I have it in a closet
and visit it from time to time.

But soon the moonbeam
faded away
without its freedom
it would not stay.

Love is a moonbeam
it needs to be free
in order to stay.

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4 Responses to My Moonbeam

  1. JanBeek says:

    Love is meant to be shared. But, it must be freely given or it doesn’t count. Yup!💕

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  2. Peter Klopp says:

    Great metaphor of love!

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