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GAZE

A dropping moon
Caught an artist's eye,
Ling'ring behind clouds
In a dawn-prone sky.

As Luna looked back,
So bright and silent,
Another gaze drank her;
Sighed deeply; then went.

© Yamini Ali MacLean 2013

This was a sketch and ditty inspired at Sandeepany by seeing my Sanskrit Tutor taking a private moment.  He was unaware of my presence.


I was reminded of it by TAKE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX. 

8 comments:

  1. I love that poem. So present, and so fleeting.

    Pearl

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  2. Beautiful poem! Such wonderful words
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

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  3. the Drawing and the poem are both very nice.

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  4. Lovely poetry and art!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  5. I like the poem and I sometimes feel the same when the moon catches our eyes (yes sometimes we watch the moon and the clouds at night, crazy, I know, but after watching the sky we can sleep much better, lol)
    easy Rider

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