rose in all her glory
from the cerulean black wilderness.
Did she stoop down
to kiss the Sun
as he went down on his knees?
Or did she smear
the sacred vermilion
to mark their union?
An empty heart is filled
at the cusp of light and dark.
a celebration of life.....
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Bit poignant this poem... sadness and pain and love all tangled up. And what a beautiful photo.
ReplyDeleteYes Hema...all tangled up and mixed...it was kind of heady, and the moon reflected it all :)
ReplyDeleteThank you!