MACÉDOINE [Poetry]

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Not an escapism nor an Angel dust's graze,
It was merely a grand night brimming with
Ardour and yearning incited by the moon's gaze
And smile—the beam my orbs hungered for

Since its last emergence a moon ago;
Which got me mooning over her heavenliness.
Perhaps, I was blinded when she was aglow
Divinely, or over the moon in the darkness.

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