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By Moonlight2
By Moonlight2
Beauty....
the restless,
tender
of touch,
to ever,
never falls
in the memory
of those
who know
the fire
dance
in light
with night rays
for moons
to call.
Beauty....
the restless,
tender
of touch,
to ever,
never falls
in the memory
of those
who know
the fire
dance
in light
with night rays
for moons
to call.
Published 22nd May 2023
Author's Note
The intention of this poem, is not in its subject, though rather is in its compostion.
I merely want to speak softly into your vortex.
I merely want to speak softly into your vortex.
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