The moon rises and fills my soul
I watch for it, follow it,
Revel in its free nightly show
Over the water, behind a tree
A slow ascent, changing its hue
Cottony, golden, orange, bright white
It's diamond sparkle on the sea
Bids me goodnight as I admire it from my balcony
The moon rises and fills my soul.
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3 comments:
beautiful
glad you are writing poetry again, suits your soul, the rhythm of words, feelings.
Amy, did you take the photo? oh.my
it was an outstanding moon this month. and I too am glad to see your poetry rising like the moon sparkling over the sea
Is still the moon risen?
Has it not yet appeared to descend from sky, giving way to the light of day?
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