Sometimes A Blue Moon Turns Into Gold Poem by Shirley Harrison
Sometimes A Blue Moon Turns Into Gold
Light so bright
piercing through the leaves
on the rows of peacefully sleeping olive tree's
I couldn't help but tilt my head upwards
towards the starry sky
and there she was…
tonight
she seemed to have an enormous smile
I imagined for a moment
her giant eyelashes winking at me
alas, just her smile
and that for me, was as good as gold
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