Homage to the end of Poetry Month

Blue

My beautiful moonlight
friend
slip easily
into sober
magnificence

Small sparkles
move miles of
wandering mind
over and around deep crescent
shaped pools
of illusions

Finally finding the calming
one and falling softly
and slowly as a trickle
into the simplest
startling mood

by
Nadiyah Abdul-Khaliq

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