Wednesday, 6 May 2020

Moon


The light from sun, her raiment.
Bedecked with jewels of clouds.
Enticed him with the sweet warmth
of her curves on a bed of black.
He waltzed and sang in abandon,
the merry cries of her beauty and delight.
She danced and asked the clouds to disappear
to let him caress her hair that night.

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