The greatest beauty, the sweetest scent,
The luminescence of moonlight
In its pulchritude, he came and went
Gliding through the night
The stranger drifts past the light,
He meanders slowly afar,
Skulking in the lusciousness of the white
night, he will not go far.
As he perambulates to the statue
He sees the brightest lustre
His face turns to one of rue
And is dazzled, rather
By the alabastrine of the moon
By the veiled sheen of its scintillant allure
Its shadowy liquidity, It's opportune
To draw, to lure.
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Moonlight
PoetryThis is a short poem about the luminescence and beauty of moonlight. I rather enjoy reading short poems, so decided to write one.
