You are Earth and, I, the moon. Much held within you.
I am but flesh, a fragment of you.
Tossed among star dust, I orbit, hiding in your silhouette.
But phase, face the sun, you of day and I of night.
No moments pass where we aren’t same.
Here I spin night or not.
A guided gaze falls upon your face.
Rib or crust alike, we are not a match or mate.
Yet, vision of I and you, set forth in path to stay.
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Eslieann Lefler
I am a photographer and writer, as well as, a perpetual wanderer. Just searching for my path and taking it all in as I go. The byproduct is usually in the form of words.
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