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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