Moon Poetry

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The moon is always there
early morning slivers
dusky evening full blooms
powerful as love in a woman’s eyes.

Whether resting or traveling
I need her consistent peace
gentle undulating waters
in my heart and soul.

She shines, beams
beckons ocean waves, sprouts,
harvests; I shall tip toe
among gardens blessed
bathing in her lunar light.

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