Half moon, Half amazing

The moon looks so beautiful tonight and as I glance up at it I can't help but think of you.

The shine, the shimmer, the curves, all so reminiscent of you my love.

Like the warm gibbous rays gently, yet so effortlessly pierce through the night sky, your shine slowly engulfs me, parting the deepest darkest clouds of my soul.

All the stars gather around as if unable to decide between envy and admiration so still they sit in utter admiration of your unending grace and shimmer.

A shooting star here and a shooting star there occasionally try to draw my attention from your intoxicating gaze, only the wish I made is to live this moment forever.

My only fear in this moment here and now is the first light of dawn, the dissipating rays of your swan song, one that I will hold dearest until I see you again.


all my admiration

_storyteller

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  1. Anonymous14 October 2024 at 08:25

    Beautiful piece

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  2. Anonymous14 October 2024 at 08:40

    Kazi safi

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  3. Anonymous14 October 2024 at 09:08

    Good job

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  4. Anonymous16 January 2025 at 07:06

    How am I knowing about this blogposg right now. First I send this to my long distance mpoa then binge read the other pieces. Good stuff TBH

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  6. Lilian Kamau16 January 2025 at 07:12

    How am I knowing about this blog right now. First I send this to my long distance mpoa then binge read the other pieces. Good stuff TBH

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