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The moon was a wraith-silver disc,
Hanging in the lonely sky.
Lasers of moon light,as bright as diamond-flame,
Turned the sea a glow like melted platinum,
As if I was watching a scene,
From an old fable,
Stepping off the page,
I was beguiled by its beauty.
The Chinese called the May moon,
the dragon moon.
I could see why.
The waves were a glitter like curved scales,
As I became lost in the haunting lullaby
Of their swell and sigh.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
