The Moon And I


The moon peeps through my window

as I set the head on my pillow

I stare at her devouring her beauty

she  returns it with a glare pretty

the whiteness is pure without a blemish

it was a flawless hue all whitish

I lie down contemplating  quietly

the moon shines lavishly

I refrain from closing the window

for fear of losing the picturesque glow

how long I was  like that I do not know

could be till sleep overwhelmed me  in slow.moon

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