She lists toward the West,
across the heavens deep,
and her face is flushing lambently
reflections of the morning star.
So mysterious a glow! I think
as on I stroll to work;
yet another night indoors.
Why is desire given where no fullfilent can be
found? So mysterious an Enigma!
Though already I am late, I linger
one more moment - one more glance
to the full moon - but a cloud has come between us
and the rain will follow soon.
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