As the sun rises far above my head
the moon starts its daily descent
with soft hues of baby blue
it bids farewell to me and you.
Birds join in perfect tune,
singing songs of the upcoming bloom.
Karen Hayward (c) 2015.
Blooms beneath the moon.
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