The full moon soars high
Above the barren hills and fields
And it illuminates every leaf
Dancing in the gusts of wind.
Each tree stood stark in
The light that revealed more
Yet was softer that the sun's.
The pale silver beams shone through
The window.
Mine eye perceived
The true radiance of the Silver
Lady as she trekked across the
Sky and bared the true hearts
And souls of every being met.
Author notes
Inspired by William Wordsworth's style. And last night's full moon.
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