Rising Beauty Poem by Dillon Keuthonymos Crawford

Rising Beauty



Rising Beauty
The moon rises
The sun bows down
Takes its turn to pass light to others
But never fully leaves
The moon is its messenger
Reflecting the light
But something about that light
Can keep us a-gaze
The beauty of the sky
Has fallen into my arms
I’ll hold her tight
Because she is you

By: Dillon Keuthonymos Crawford

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