Desert Moon

POETRY – Memory from ANOTHER TIME

As strangers, we sat there
nervously seeking glances
smiling so hard until our jaws ached

At that moment, nothing was more real to me.
Our hearts, souls, and breathing fell into unison
We were aligned; we were one

Under the Desert Moon

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