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Solaluna Dec 2021
One drunken night,
We confessed our love,
Under the skylight,
Like it's all we have.

The moon was there,
Our only source of light.
The witness of our love,
Is one majestic satellite.

Dazzling were your eyes,
Amidst the darkness of night.
Let's stay here for a while,
For "we"  just feels so right.
After writing this piece a storyline suddenly popped into mind and I'm contemplating if I should do it because I'm bad at writing filler scenes or casual conversations uwu.  A penny for your thoughts?
Margrett Gold Apr 2015
A shower of rainbow beads
ricochet from my fingertips,
warm mist quietly descends,
whispering secrets from the Heavens,
a trap door for sunlight.
Cecelia Francis Jan 2015
Is this the sky?
Does it disguise
how seasons
play out?

How many
times?
Not yet
too many,
but more than
it set out to

Bound lightly
left on hempty
and winking:

Skylight
spreading
skynight

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