Lunar love
Everything night timed
is subjected to the Moons powdery unfelt dressings
like my welcoming heart and soul
this room embraces
its ghostly white arrival.
Wind bullied clouds have been scattered
their removals allowing the sky
to become one vast deep blue oceanic stage
upon which the stars are free
to show off their glittering performances
but, only ...
Wednesday 9th June 2021 3:55 pm
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