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Muse: Moonlit Night

The moonlit night usually creates different images in the clouds, both in its glow and in the minds of those observing it. I am a passionate observer of moonlight against the evening clouds. It reminds me of the moonlit nights filled with folktales from my home. The moon and its light are tangible aspects of… Continue reading Muse: Moonlit Night

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Reflection: The Moon and Sun

I watched the beauty of this morning’s moonshine, clutching my sweater. It’s strange because we associate the morning with the sun and the night with the moon. I stood before my tent to fill my lungs with the purest air and see the sunrise. This quiet time was disturbed by passing aircraft gliding up the… Continue reading Reflection: The Moon and Sun

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Purely handsomeImmaculate phantomCircle, one of gentlenessOffering the galaxy,To all, and sundryLight and calmness,And breezy evening tideFor all, and sundry

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Muse: Moonlight 2

You beautiful sphere of light I behold your face once again Fast falls the evening tide And you remind me of home That to everything that has a beginning There must someday come an ending That home calls from a long-distance That I can only wait and listen to its call I see you, mythical… Continue reading Muse: Moonlight 2

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Moonlight

It’s time that candlelights are blown outOne after the other; in this little town,All wait for the moon to shine againWhen black figures stroll aboutBeyond the fences, the forest stoodThe green grass against the moonlightNow faint but immaculately whiteVarious odors greeted all, people, mudThere were dark patches on the stream The moon had spread over… Continue reading Moonlight

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Moonlight

Spherical white gold With memories impressed, Up the dark skies Riding on the clouds And sometimes to stand To light the woods, And the vales and heights Creating bold- Caricatures of trees, Images of the land The moon light Gives illumination To the world at night So the clouds may glow white

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The grey moon smiles always
And to know that he sleeps all day
Looks absurd, but that is his little way
He is not strange, not unkind and not gay
But his manners leaves us with nought to say

The Dance

The tree shields many things It shields the squirrels It shields the birds And all that loves to see us dance It shields you It shields me It shields the little dance we do On moonlight nights With shadows cast on the sands It shields you It shields we When all is seated on the… Continue reading The Dance

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