Beneath Every Moon
- Macalister Bali

- Jul 15
- 1 min read
I will not rush the dark between us,
nor let your light slip from my hands.
You haunt the quiet parts of me
your smile, your sorrow, your silence.
When the world grows cold and heavy,
lean into the shelter of my heart.
I choose you
beneath every moon,
n every lifetime, without hesitation.
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