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Warm Gold Nectar Soothes
full moon basks in light
reflecting the sun’s bright rays…
illumination
void of emotion
the cratered face seems to stir…
light lost as sun moves
amber crescent hangs
tip it an sip its Chablis…
warm gold nectar soothes
*Entry for Joe Maverick’s haiku contest
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