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Quickly my friend!
The moon rises in the east,
and my eyes must be there to greet her!
She has secrets that whisper
through the pines...
Lunar shadows dance upon the walls,
and haunt my marveling mind.
I am untouched by the night's chill...
For her gibbous smile-
that sojourning silver sheen,
inflames my swooning heart!
Please tell me what you think
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How lovely this piece is!
Lunar shadows dance upon the walls,
and haunt my marveling mind.
I am untouched by the night's chill..
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the moon has always been a fav of mine, sure the sun and stars have their place (showoffs) the moon is, for me as a constant yet changing wonder, the way she crosses the sky so gently and enigmatically – she is a she, by the way, no man in the moon, not a chance, her face shines for me the way lovers sing and minstrels play ballads – completely capturing my imagination with every phase and view. A brilliant poem. Blessings and best wishes, ~r.
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Lovely
A glorious vision unfolds before me and I feel moved to the stillness of the moment, letting that awe wash over me. Beautiful tribute to the moon, Presence.
Love Tara
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We can only perceive what we are ready to see.
You have found such beauty in the moonrise, we can share your delight.
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She illuminates the muse as well as the darkness.Soft anfd lovely thoughts.~Suseann
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Mmmmmmm. Yes. Lets us stand in her glow and let the whispers wash over us!
Marvelous sweet Presense.
Marianne
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"She has secrets that whisper
through the pines..."
Beautifully done, Pres...& Karen's right...I posted 2 inspired by Neruda...so far...
Wonderful to see postings by you, dear Scribe...
Wanda
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Wow, everyone is so romantic tonight ... this is soooo beautiful ... be still my beating heart (flutters of feathers against the harp strings) This is gorgeous!
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