Tag: celestial

• Crescents

  There’s something about cupping my hands around yours—
  Like two crescents of the same moon,
  Holding a world within—
  Yet, nothing at all
  
  Just a space,
  unchanging—
  A moment the cold cannot reach
  
  Let’s hold it a little longer
  Leave the world eclipsed
  So what if we’re late?
  It’s already all in hand.

  Apr 18, 2025

  celestial, crescent, free verse, hands, moon, poetry, romantic

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