Rapture
Full moon moves across my sky,
sparkling star dust dissolves
opaque night’s dense stillness.
I drink eyeful from fount of time,
mind soaks delight, passion elutes,
in trance of rapture I become mute.
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September 12, 2022
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 52
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
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