Epithalamion
Moon dust pervades our lives
Giant steps were what we took
When we started aged seventeen
We have spent happy times on this moon
Half walking half bouncing
Across the years
On or under, we are gleefull lunatics
Still glorious in our love
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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“Gleeful lunatics . . . ” I love that! Wonderful poem. 🙂
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Beautiful. Short and sweet.
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Awesome!
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