I’m getting to know you
and what you mean to me
and what you mean to my daughter.
We stand barefoot in the garden
in the middle of the night
with Luna
our faces smiling in your twilight.
Eyes closed our hands outstretched,
holding gems and making wishes.
You are so beautiful and full tonight,
not hidden behind clouds tonight.
What’s your name moon?
Harvest, Hunter, Super Blue.
You have linked us to each other
as we stand under your magic.
Mother and Daughter.
We are getting to know you, Moon
- Author: Mariya Munro ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2023 08:17
- Category: Unclassified
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