On the rooftop,
the scent of frangipani,
moonlight spilt on silk,
chorus of her bangles
getting closer.
He wonders
if the drone is watching.
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April:#1- 01/30 A poem a day this month… well, am going to give it a shot!
Moonlight spits on silk? Sheesh that’s crazy beautiful, my friend
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Thank you Christy ….glad it wasn’t like those cardboard moons from old movie sets 🙂
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I’m wondering too…
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We will never know, will we 🙂
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