The moon shines her incandescent light
Into winter's darkest spaces
The glow traces the corners of my smile
As I muse over her many well-lit faces
How pleasant it must be to always reflect other's light
And in the midst of cold dark spaces
Always brighten up the night.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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