The milky, Flower moon rolls high in May. A glow of blossoms fill the starry night and blue, her orb so distant in our day is home for lovers in their shadowed flight. The clouds now shift and cast an ominous show: shadows on the ground as we are spellbound.
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So lovely, Jacqueline! Beautiful imagery. 🙂
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Thank you, Suzanne!
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Flows like silk (or satin!) Beautiful poem, Jacqueline.
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Gee, thanks, Janna, for your support (smile).
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