~ Crescent…


And they started to walk together…

they walked in a straight line which had highs and lows,

as if the road was trying to match their heartbeat,

an up and a down, an up and a down…


In between they held their hands,

the cold breeze numbed his hands,

almost frozen and they needed to be warmed,

brush of their palms was just enough to give him a slight current,

and their hearts spoke to each other, enhancing the  warmth…


The sun wasn’t that bright,

but this pancake layer of moon was visible,

the shape wasn’t perfect round,

as if…

they both had taken a bite and made it a waxing crescent.

White pancake perfectly placed on this big blue plate,

it was their first day-moon moment together…


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