One night fades into another.
Embers of past hopes linger quietly.
The moon whistles a sad song,
bathing her in a blurring melody.
The leaves whisper and fall,
to pick pieces of her scattered dream.
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Its company, a peace offering.
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I love the image of the leaves picking up pieces of the moon’s scattered dreams – how connected all parts of nature are, the past, the present, so magical.
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Thank you so much Barbara. You truly captured the essence of what I was thinking of when I wrote the lines.
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