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A child of the moon, his calling
Teddy bear, close at hand
Makes his way up the mountain, crawling
This night, so carefully planned
Not by he, too little to comprehend
But by the light in the sky above
That slowly guides him, to ascend
To be closer, to the one he loves
Every night, itβs the same, this story
How the child and the moon unite
Both bask in their triumph, their glory
Fascinated by each, with delight
Β©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
So heavenly and nostalgic
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Thank you very much! π
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I love the imagery here…. and the picture -is sublime.
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Thank you, V! Sorry it took so long to respond, you were in my spam!!
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That’s okπ Get me out of the spam folder! It’s smells like a rubbish dump!π
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ikr!! How dare they!
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This is so sweet and poignant π
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Thank you, Walt β€
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Brilliantly written.
The child and the moon reunite.
Reminded me when we were children, when to seek the moon is a miracle.
β‘Β΄ο½₯α΄ο½₯`β‘
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Thank you very much, Sherrie. I still seek it π
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negroβ’.
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