March 29, 2017

Lovely In A Hover.

One is above
soft like a ball of snow
graceful as ever.

The other below
on the blue foamy waters
a reflection sure.

Both being the moon
the real and the illusion
lovely in a hover.

3 thoughts on “Lovely In A Hover.”

kkessler833 says:

March 29, 2017 at 7:16 pm

Nice poem!

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1. meenas17 says:
  
  March 29, 2017 at 7:31 pm
  
  Thanks.
  
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  1. kkessler833 says:
    
    March 29, 2017 at 10:39 pm
    
    Welcome!

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