With silver slippers On hands and feet crawl the path of the moon on the water white jasmine buds in your pockets and loneliness tucked behind your ear
No primary colors here all silvers and purples greys charcoals discrete
No need to keep reminding me of who we are no need for your history lessons and political treatises its only you and me in black and white crawling the path of the moon on water
Do you hear the water under the glass?
In a few hours it will be daylight And blues and greens reds and aquas Will assault us
In the onslaught of daylight We will stand And Sink
Hi, woolfwithaview, With white jasmine buds in your pockets, there is longing and loneliness in being Discrete. Though crawl the path of the moon on the water is a lovely image, to stand without sinking could be life's goal, with hands raised in daylight's air! Nice write!
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I'm sure. Smooth and Discrete. TY
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Total $ 1,000 Madam! Cash or Credit? LOL
Sorry I was kidding, they're all for free and Thank you for sharing! Keep Smiling ))))
With white jasmine buds in your pockets, there is longing and loneliness in being Discrete. Though crawl the path of the moon on the water is a lovely image, to stand without sinking could be life's goal, with hands raised in daylight's air! Nice write!
Beautiful words & phrases... yet sad & thought-provoking. Great writing