She is so very lonely tonight.
She hardly even even shows her light.
In a few days she will call.
In a few days, she will show all.
And so she looks into almost every room.
She looks and looks until shes ready to swoon. Hoping to shine upon her lovers face.
Hoping to feel his soft embrace.
Alas she grows tired and her hope grows thin. She will rest. than begin all over again.
Blessed be my friends
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
love the imagery of this one, well done.
Hello,
Hope all is well.
Appreciated your support to Jingle Poetry Community, your inputs add light to our place, we would love to see you around weekly…
Welcome sharing your talent in our new garden home.
Random piece or old ones are welcome too.
Bless you.
Happy End of August.
Hope to see you share today. no commenting pressure…
xoxox
Beautiful metaphor speaking of longing and hope.
What a stunning photo. Riveting.
Lovely, peaceful poem. Nice contribution to Potluck, Luna. Perfect!
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Soft and lovely. Very calming.
The brightness of the moon spills into each room as she looks for her lover’s face.
Beautiful but lonely poem. Hope is still there.
reminds me of a time to sleep, a time to die, a time to wake, a time for everything, enjooy the potluck!!
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