By Lisa Marguerite Mora
Allow
A little hoof print of a moon, stamped in the night above our heads.
I want to take a photo. Want to preserve it and everything else.
But the orb pulls us this way and that, so I open my hands,
allow threads of the night to move
across my palms and through my fingers.
Release the reins. Grasp nothing.
Embrace it all.
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Beautiful poem Lisa! Saying so much in a tiny space.💜
Melina, thanks so much for reading it, your words <3
Dear Lisa, Will read again & will comment again.
I love your writing.
Love susan Laguna ~∆
Much love, Susan. Thank you!
Wonderful… Thanks! Beautiful moment in a deep pool
looking at your searching heart looking into ours.
Thank you so much for reading it and your lovely comment, Devo.
Love it my dear friend !!! Perfect !!
Maria — thank you! <3
So so beautiful
Thank you for reading it!
Means a lot.
“A little hoof print of a moon, stamped in the night above our heads.”
Love
love
love this line forever.
A poem that fills life to the brim in a saki glass.
Lois
And I love your comment, Lois <3 thank you dear person
Beautiful! I can feel the moment in your words.
Elya, thank you for reading!