Fulfilment
The moon is a curving flower of gold
Curling in your fingers, as you hold, its
sap flowing making its stem stand firm.
Emitting the odour of fulfilment
as it blossoms and dies, when
your hands reached out to heaven.
I used Line 6 - Sara Teasdale
Penned 23/7/2015 by Seren Roberts
Contest : complete the lines - Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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