The Nights Just Right
I have never been a morning person.
Painting by moonlight’s ecstasy,
fantasies become realities within the
moon’s ethereal glow.
A whispering pen bleeds golden hues
upon a parchment stage to set the scene.
A brush’s river overflows onto canvas
in flavors of cherry red and
tangerine orange...
inside I bloom.
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