Tuned In
in a black bubble of seclusion
sitting silent
the moon hangs low
in the stillness of the night
so clearly
so distinct
the memory of you
it calls to me
a whisper
on wings of butterflies
a shiver tingling
way deep inside
sweet charming
haunting
beckoning
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 27, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND #1098 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
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