In your palms, a lingering remnant of moonlight
traces your fingerprints,
And it illuminates shards of evening rain that have landed on your skin as droplets of hope.
Together a nebula is painted on your hands,
And you find tranquility in evening wakefulness.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
In your palms, a lingering remnant of moonlight
traces your fingerprints,
And it illuminates shards of evening rain that have landed on your skin as droplets of hope.
Together a nebula is painted on your hands,
And you find tranquility in evening wakefulness.