Touch

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The moon’s moist eye

Stares at me

I whisper

‘I am rusty and broken’

The breeze

Overloaded

With tuberose scent

Stops

Listens

Gives me

A fragrant hug

And softly glides away

The moon’s eye

Glistens

Sheds

Silver drops

Into my soul

Breaking

The flakes of darkness

I am awakened

To a glowing beauty

All around

 

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United