Are we all right as
long as the moon hangs above
glowing grace on us?
Is everything fine in
the world, will smiles shine
from our faces in
the midst of chaos as long
as brilliant Luna gleams there
orbiting above?
I looked at the moon growing larger and then rising orange, almost full, low in the sky and the thoughts of the poem came to me. Is it our constant, the one thing we know will be with us?
Copyright © 7/21/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Andrea Corwin
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