night sky pricked with stars likelihood that I will see waning crescent moon ~ appear in the celestial dome ~ night sky greyed with clouds likelihood that I will feel cooling summer night
Photo by Benjamin Voros courtesy of Unsplash
Equanimity
Wind Rush
Sharing the ephemeral joy of the moment
Sweet
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The skies do speak to us in their own way. Lovely write.
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Love this puente.
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Cute and sweet poem, LuAnne.
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Flash a lunar smile
wryly twixt a sun-baked day
and a cloud-cooled night
🙂
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