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I awoke
with a start.
The taste
of your kiss
still lingering
on my lips.
For answers
I look
to the night sky,
telling my secrets
to the stars.
The man in the moon
listens
but offers
no guidance.
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
Beautiful ❤
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Thank you! ❤
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You’re welcome ❤🌹
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It’s odd: I have the exact opposite experience. Kiss or no kiss, I can’t get that damned moonatic to shut the hell up!
Great work Penny.
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🙂 Thank you, Ron.
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Your sparse words and strong image make this one powerful poem.
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Thank you, Audrey! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck! ❤
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