I sat under the moonlight this evening, the light lyrically illuminating my open palm
Slowly tracing the lines on my hand I thought of how two things always seem to be
My love for you stirred in the middle of the night and these lines imprinted for fingers to read
With its graced charm the moonlight seemed to tap me awake in fresh quiet speak
Those lines I have, the ones I trace and the fortune teller reads
They are my fabric and forever me
But that love I carry quietly in the moonlight, that love for you that only I can see
Tonight the moonlight shining in its special way, touched those lines, my fabric, my forever me
Reminding my heart, simply
I must set it free
~Alisa Hutton
Beautiful as usual, Alisa…
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Thank you so much, Marts ❤
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Such a sweet and beautiful reflection.
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Thank you, Eric ❤
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Thank you for allowing me to still visit your site. I am so enjoying watching how your writing unfolds. You are a gifted writer and it pleases me always to find a writer who is passionate about what she/he does. Poignant piece of poetry beautifully written.
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Thank you, Renee. I really appreciated reading this. I am getting a little swallowed up by life right, which happens. So I haven’t been in much of a space to write. Life flow, I am sure I will get back there.
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