Behind his fence,
the neighbor’s dog shares his truth with the moon
and so I close my eyes
to dream of a world
where
even in the mist of walls we build
we can still
see one another’s eyes through knotholes
and feel our breaths blow gentle feathers
together
as our voices rise to kiss the moon
This paints a beautiful picture. I love the way it flows.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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And tonight and tomorrow are the full-moon. Nice synchronicity.
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Thanks John:)
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