Mystic Moon
Oh how she blazes more daring
than midsummer, flitting as a woman
whose spirit enters inside my pores
on a clear skyline. Like the glaze
she was born from, Mystic Moon thrusts
her citrine arms fluid, wild, loving;
her feverish way of tasting her own moment
highlighting the stencils of open light;
as she gleams, oh so lusciously!.
Theme #5--The Moon Contest
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