In Northern lands,
The silver moon,
Rests high and far
Amid the night.
Yet here beneath
The sun kissed sky,
It bathes the earth
In golden light.
It pours itself
On velvet seas,
Dancing on
The shifting tide,
A ripened fruit
That never falls,
Where endless stars
With waves collide.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A most beautiful picture painted in this poem of rhyme. Very nicely done
Thank you Soren ❤️
You are most welcome Kora
A visit to the other side of earth and not so much as a hello...shame!
You seem very comfortable in this world when you can accommodate such contrasts and document them so richly, Kora.
Nooo, I was in Italy 🙈
I wouldn't travel that far and not pay a visit to Uncle Dave 😁
Should I put my life in hold, with little but the least of chances?😜
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