Recordance - Apr 30
A slivered moon is looming peacefully
above the pristine glow of golden dusk,
bathing in a navy sky,—me?, I bask
in her gush of seraphic majesty.
A careful look, cast in serenity,
reveals the silent shadow of her disk;
the sunless face wears a dark veil. Her mask
gazes upon me,—in return, I see
the full splendor of her thin sliced crescent.
Admiring the elegance of her curve,
I vow, tonight, my job is to preserve,
with my Poetry, her luminescent
form. I testify that, yes, I have tried—
?succeeded? that’s for others to decide.
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