Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Crescent Moon

 

The sky blue as I gazed

at the crescent moon,

all my thoughts sweet 

turned directly to you.


What can I truly say 

to make you feel the same, 

loving you in away 

that is stronger day by day.


Dreams are my delight

they're the magic I can't fight, 

no matter the time of day

you're in my arms to stay.


The sky blue as I gazed

at the crescent moon,

all my thoughts sweet 

turned directly to you.


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