
~ By Way of the Amber Moon ~ If color was a language and my greys whispered to the moon were that she answered in shades of amber oh, to feel her healing essence radiate through my well-crafted cocoon to the core of my heart (and dreams I dare not utter) long tethered, by history, dormant in the shadows The moon, with a simple brush stroke of warm hues, could wash over my well of nostalgic reverie that I might discover a rebirth of trust newly emboldened my heart could fly to breathe its truth once more. © Dahlia Ramone: October 29, 2023 This was written for Blogophilia Topic: Amber Moon

OOoh my favorite line is : oh, to feel her healing essence
radiate through my well-crafted cocoon
So beautiful…you are also a very good crafter of poems. xo
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Thanks, Christine. If it could be done, it would be the moon’s doing. xox
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A beautiful photo and works Dahlia 😀
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Thank you! The photo was a free image from the internet – I really need to remember to notate that when I use them 😔
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The moon as your muse never ever fails! A beautiful, heartfelt piece as always Dollface. KUDOS Earthling!
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