Kissed the Flower
While it was Sleeping
With its soft-eye-petals closed
the flower had a dream, that it fell
in love with the moon.
I sit under this tree
crowned by the crescent
watching the flower begin, to open
slowly falling deeply, in love
with its rising bloom.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of a tree against a cloudy sky. The horizon is lit by the gold of dawn, while a crescent moon hangs above the tree.
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