Sliver Moon
A slice of moon hangs over the night.
A sliver of golden yellow against a cobalt sky.
Its crescent shape,
corners turned upward, toward Heaven, resembles a smile.
On a cold winter eve, this shard of light guides me, brightens my journey,
leads the way home.
by Lina Rehal
A sliver of golden yellow against a cobalt sky.
Its crescent shape,
corners turned upward, toward Heaven, resembles a smile.
On a cold winter eve, this shard of light guides me, brightens my journey,
leads the way home.
by Lina Rehal
Friday, November 23, 2007
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1 comment:
How did you do that?
It was good.
Jo
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