September 03, 2020

My Moonbeam Spills on Your Face

As a teenager, I often gazed at the moon and stars through my bedroom window. God’s creations bore witness of his love for me. I contemplated how I could personify this message in poetry.

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4 comments:

  1. I like them both a lot. It is my wonderful Eileen, shining her light to others!

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  2. Good. What a process. You make words into thoughts.

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