Sunday, 6 August 2017

Small moon poem

The moon above the sea
is touching my eyes softly
with the sweetest song,
my heart has ever heard

Keep singing, sweet moon,
your gentle voice coloring
the shore in delicate silver
behind a black crown of a tree



1 comment:

  1. Beautiful!

    Reminds me of a quote by Oscar Wilde:
    with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?



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