I had never seen the moon
as I hid in my room
frost in my thoughts
in the night I was lost
under special circumstances
through the trees
between the leaves
someone looking for a pet
shot the moon with no regret
enjoying its trace
I learnt about its grace
I spy it now each day
when it grows or when it fades
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Magical!
this sounds like a wonderful relationship to have with the moon.
Such wonderful imagery stored within your words.
Beautiful.
Oh, Moon is a magical attraction..for me it is very soothing to watch him.. to talk about him.. to talk with him..loved your take..
Just beautiful.
It has brought me out of the room, to steal a look!
Just beautiful.
It has brought me out of the room, to steal a look!
The moon is always there, even if we can't see it. Grace, indeed. Lovely words!
This is very nice. I love the line frost in my thoughts. In fact,I have had it.
how hope providing a piece. impressed !
please have a good new week.
daily athens
I am glad you came around and now enjoy it's beauty :)
I seek it, too.
Well done.
Mystical moon...
an ode
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday
mornings and thereafter!
I enjoy its grace too when it grows and disappears...something like a magic!
peaceful and blissful grace here,
love your poetry.
gorgeous- as was the moon this past week!
love it.
stunning imagery.
Grows and it fades!!!Such a wonderful picture
thanks...!!
I am always amazed with the moon...it seems to talk to me while i am alone moonlighting!
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