A Sliver of Silver
Gently falling
From the midnight sky
A sliver of silver
Dropped into my palm.
Slowly it started to melt
Into a little silver pool,
Caressing each fold,
Each crease;
Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing with the warmth
Of my hand,
There it rested.
A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.
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From the midnight sky
A sliver of silver
Dropped into my palm.
Slowly it started to melt
Into a little silver pool,
Caressing each fold,
Each crease;
Quiescent in quietude,
Coalescing with the warmth
Of my hand,
There it rested.
A smile
Lit up my face
In gratitude
For this small
Gift of the Moon.
© All Rights Reserved