Tonight’s crescent moon
held its full self in its arms
as the clouds whispered goodnight.
~
When our shadow basks
in our own reflected glow,
we remember we exist.
Mondo Sedoka
A Dialogue between Poets
Tonight’s crescent moon
held its full self in its arms
as the clouds whispered goodnight.
~
When our shadow basks
in our own reflected glow,
we remember we exist.
Mondo Sedoka 
Reblogged this on aholdingplace and commented:
Thought you might enjoy this poem jointly written by my son and I on Mondosedoka.
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