when both the sun and moon
grace the same gold
sky
,
i
too am both erased
and a bold new light rising.
::
In November, we poem. Today is day 4.
when both the sun and moon
grace the same gold
sky
,
i
too am both erased
and a bold new light rising.
::
In November, we poem. Today is day 4.
That’s rather inspired!
I love this. How beautiful.
Breathtaking, De.