Night Muse
Tonight I call
a certain woman
who spreads her scent
of fragrant dianthus
into my night
so silently...
The way she
speaks my name
almost mocking me
making gentle fun...
Because of her
modest style of love
I look to her
my evening star
behind orange clouds
over ocean horizon...
She possesses
the highest summit
of my heart
she the poetess
the moon goddess
transfiguring kaleidoscope
in sunset towards the west...
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