"Good night", she whispered to the moon,
hoping he'd whisper back.
Yet he just kept on moving on
along his normal track.
Then, just before he left her sight,
she thought she saw him smile.
It wasn't much, but still enough
to cheer her for a while.
Saturday, February 28, 2026
A Smile Is Enough
Labels:Fiction: the dream
Photographs and Reflections,
Poetry: Faery Tales,
poetry: Songs of Joy
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