The Starlit Tear
Sun, so tired, into the Pacific, now doth take its rest.
While the cold, homeless, head for hooded, warm tents.
The melancholy, grateful poetess, joyful to see the moon,
Observing its silvered reflection, in an indigo-magic lagoon.
Pondering, how very far away, her true love doth dwell.
A crystal, starlit tear falls, whispers back, that all is well!
2/5/2024
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