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A Moonflower I


Her pale beauty, still, haunts my mind
but she is far beyond heart's grasp,
she beams on me, she seems so kind,
I am mesmerised eyes stuck fast.
A Lunatic, I , at the last
as tides within surge ebb and roar
my eyes are forever up cast
as I soar upwards to adore.

Her Mother, sun, can burn and blind
her power beams so wide and vast,
but I believe that I have chimed
with daughter moon my lot, is cast.
I've seen her pale light as I glanced,
as Moonflower, I beg for more,
but by sunrise hopes may be dashed
at my slow growth up, to adore.

She tests my strength, I slowly climb
further and further even past,
the Wild Woodbine or Clinging Vine
on her Mother's rising, I , abashed
can only curse as her bright light blasts
me down from my attempted soar
and wilted now, I am downcast,
from the impossible, to adore.
Written by Rew
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