Gaping teeth, sun kissed skin;
Starry eyes, windblown hair;
Crooked fingers, dirty feet;
Crescent smile, honey sweet;
Awry voice, koel song;
Gold and rust, divergent not;
Daisy dreams, elysian bliss.
Tis the moonchild-
In her veins no blood,
But a moonbeam stream.
Tis the moonchild-
Of reveries strange,
Of reveries brave.
-~*~-
When the stars rise from the ocean
And embed themselves in the sky,
She visits me sometimes.
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The Moonchild by StardustSkulls
Empowered Summer Contest 2021 Winner
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