Moon

Moon’s out …
She’s is a lip…
Lying scattered
Amongst pink clouds…
The sun is fading
A soft idyllic angel…
Night appears like
Lover waiting to
Bed the nest of ecstasy …
The moon, now
Echoing a shadow
To my thoughts…
Still life, beauty is
A poem scattered
On the sky.

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