Meet me
by the silver light
of the moon
in the flower-draped
courtyard of our youth.
The fountains overflow
in the rain,
their tiles
vivid,
azure,
but in my dreams
the night is warm,
cradling us in the sublunar scent of jasmine.
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Beautiful, best I’ve read on the grid so far, for sure, no question. Beautiful serene lovely images, really nice peaceful paradise-y serene feel to this.
Wow, thank you for this very lovely comment. I’m touched you think so and glad I conveyed the atmosphere I had in mind.
Very nice, SL! A serene, beautiful feeling throughout.
Thank you!
Gorgeous language, Silver! Yes, our youths are flower draped.
Thanks, Nate!
Wow. I read that and just said “Yes!” Beautifully written love letter.
Thank you for your lovely comment!
Beautiful in form and content, SL!
Thanks, Kymm!
You’ve done it again. This is lovely.
You’re too kind – thank you very much.
courtyard of our youth —
WOW. just wow
WOW yourself. Thank you for the very lovely comment.
I want to wrap myself up in this and snuggle. Beautiful!
Aw, thank you!
I wish I had your gift for words. Stunning language.
THAT is a huge compliment coming from you. Thank you!
“Meet me
by the silver light
of the moon” — oh goodness yes, ok! I’ll be right there. Wonderful imagery and gorgeous toying with words.
I’m glad I convinced you, Asha 🙂 Thank you so much for your kind comment.
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