Captured footprints of Luna was on the sands,
By the by, she jumps freely, dressing warm like the sky,
When the image of the household flower looking too dry,
Only to set it aside under the energy of light: she now understands.
Captured wrinkles of Luna was shown on the reflector,
Gem pieces now she builds back making her prism reflecting powerful,
Secret 'hello's' impregnated from her inner thinking has gone still onto a nightmare,
One step forward, three shallows of breathing; then everything clear back on air.
Tilting upward her head as Luna amused the flying feathered,
Acceleration rate of skipping rocks as it contacted onto the water's surface tension,
Gram infatuation self-esteem drawn over the soft spots of her leathered,
Raining horizon and hazy features were heavily welcomed their erection,
Luna would eventually set all down and reflect a mighty trial with a furnished tea.
Grimace tanned of the brightest star relocating a mellow blows and a cozy plea,
She'd eager to place the blocking glasses as she comfortably staying quiet by the sea.
'I was only a human whirling a typhoon on me. And I can be a human to dance flow like a tree.'
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The Rumblings of Luna
PoetryINTRODUCTION The existence of her sixteen years has narrowed herself upon the illuminous environment when only the mute lass tried to surround herself from the healthy community. Luna's unfamiliarity and weakness to herself become relevant and bold...
