As daylight turns to dusk and night descends
I focus on a bright and distant star
and think about the people I've called friends
From underneath a pale and yellow moon
I wonder how we've scattered out so far,
how some of them have left me far too soon
But in my dreams, their faces I still see
and pondering their fates and where they are,
I wonder if they ever dream of me.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Nocturna
I liked this, I know I often wonder if the people I think and dream about ever think or dream of me......
I've wondered that exact same thing too!
I love this beauty LM ~ I wonder too how we've all scattered so far and wide ~
Lovely work on the form and you got the linked words too - star/far/are ~
Thanks for participating in Sunday's challenge ~
That is really sweet and gentle. A lovely read - thank you.
Beautiful, mi amiga.
Dang!, I was thinking the very same thing.
Gracias for sharing
I found this a difficult form, but yours flows so well and each tercet has a nice sense of completion which I thought mine lacked.
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