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Moonshine

mOOnSHine


     HiGhlights in the hAiR of the moon
the dark is CoLd at Winter’s EdGe

     sPoTlight makes me the StaR
as I check the mail from my car

     what’s so HiP about the DiPper?
Why does he LinGeR behind trees?

     trailblazing through gRoGGy moss
the WiNd pecks at my ears and neck

     A TiPsY night with gypsy blood
Stealing the lUsTeR of moonShinE


Kim Rodrigues ©2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Andresen Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 7:45 AM
- Cold ... (also here with me) lovely written, Kim - hugs & happy weekend // Anne-Lise :)
Rodrigues Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 8:32 AM
Happy weekend to you too, Anne-Lise! Hugs and thank you!
Daniel Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 1:20 AM
A different write, Kim:) I was trying to figure out if there is any hidden message in those capital letters...
Rodrigues Avatar
February 10, 2017 at 6:36 AM
No hidden message this time :) More the effects of the moon and chilly wind.
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