Yesenia Guerra

Poetic musings

Sigh

Full, half, or crescent
When I look at the moon
My thoughts drift to you

Peek a boo moon

Backdrop to trees

Half missing

Tide draws me to you

Creeping branches, moon

Racing to the sea

wild Mare

Midnight twilight run

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