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Dispersion  

Settling in a westering blow
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.

Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!

Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.

And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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