The Lovely Moon.


The moon in the sky
shines steadfast
with a pleasant  smile.

I wish to touch her
knowing  full she is unreachable.

Her milky fluffy exteriors
look imposing and imperious.

Enticing she is.

Passing my fingers
over her smooth demeanour
while so in an imagination
provokes nothing promiscuous
instead, proposes a sobriety.

Her  luminosity is  brilliant,
not anyway, blinding
a blend of
brightness and  solemness
a graceful shine she extends.

I gaze at her.
Know not how long.
I stand still,
diffident to move.

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