Awakened suddenly by the clear mournful call of an owl
Silver light streams in through the open curtain
She stands next to a black evergreen, naked and radiant
Accented by white ribbons of cloud,
Staring at me expectantly
I pretend not to see her.
Silver light streams in through the open curtain
She stands next to a black evergreen, naked and radiant
Accented by white ribbons of cloud,
Staring at me expectantly
I pretend not to see her.
"Moon"
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but you didn't miss it
beautiful!