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Moon Blossom

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


The moonlit night,

like a white blossom in the garden,

shines in a silvery light,

the night seems young again

and so does the world.

On moonlit nights the moments of my life,

like silver raindrops drip

or shine like early morning dew.

Everything like new

and still hidden is the stone,

that holds all knowledge,

deep inside.

Cliffs that let birches,

grow clinging to their sides,

seeking moisture,

that comes with every rainfall

and gleaming when frozen,

in the wintertime -

come alive again in the spring.

Come mountain goats,

looking for tender new blossoms,

over the cliffs they go,

drinking from the streams -

that now freely flow.

Miracles tend to happen,

nature makes it so,

it lets wonders begin,

when the moon is full and bright,

it lets cliffs come alive

and it makes life -

seem vibrant and new.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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