Friday, April 6, 2012

April 6th - Regret

Regret

The young wife lays
naked on the sand
wishing the moon
would shine its magic
on him, that he
would touch
her cheek
with his fingertips,
trace forgiveness.
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  1. KarinApril 7, 2012 at 9:39 AM

    A moon poem! I think many of us are writing one now with the full moon before Easter. Nice compression.

    Sorella

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