Moon pie topping
She radiates with wonder the silk of her skin
Yearns at the sunrise the moon enters in
Staring softly in wonder the redness of the sky
The droplets of steam rising up from the pie
Yes within this romantic splendour
She did bake a pie
A pie with three toppings
One cherry, one roses, one dry
This topping she left
She left for the day
The day she would pull
The moon down to stay
It would sit as a topping
So golden and bright
Sit by her lace curtains
And gleam to invite.
Copyright © Angela Tune | Year Posted 2021
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