abstract 4

By Elmast Kozloyan

Iridescent glass orbs
hum as they strike one another
Celestial hymns vibrate above
Blessed moon babies coo below
Pure
Untouched
Feather cradles
drifting about
Swaddled in strawberry pink
tuffs of dark curls beneath your cap
Swaying towards me
I knew you were mine

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