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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May ******************** "The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon." A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light. Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune, Wriggling across the hushed empyreal night. The moon, a velvety candle leaning up close, Its smile was crescent-shaped and wide. As echoes of her whispered melodies arose, Riding a cosmic tide to carry them and slide. The galaxies whirred their soporific refrain, While celestial orbs danced in airy delight. Her voice—a gossamer yarn in a monolithic domain, Weaving melodies into the katabatic night. Comets gyrated in glowing grace, Dawdling garlands of smoldering flight. With each glimmer, a vanishing trace, A symphony streaked through the cyan night. Nebulae blossomed in iridescent opal and gold, Winks of wispy silver in twinkling glow. Milky opals flowed in a zaffre, wispy fold, Akin to jewels in tinselled rhapsodic flow. The solar zephyr in a capricious swirl, Canorous choirs filigreed, jewelled, in twilight. Stars wove lyrical whispers on a weathered whirl, Of songs nestling on a dogwood, a serene site. Dawn rippled with refrains of silver melodic show, A nymphic choir in June twilight, lilac—katydid. Ripple as an aeolian harp in topaz of heat glow, endless oracles, sighs of aches, lullaby—did.</center
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