The moon admires reflections in bedraggled streets…

Marousia

dust moats
fandango
in my reading light

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Night whispers love
across the sky
morning blushes

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I stretch
the old book spine
cracks in half

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Wind chimes stir
birds startle
moon mirrors silent

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Sun sets
behind the ocean
a wet peach

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occluded moonlight
caught in a stone
framed in silver

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no silver coins in ponds
the wind billows
her kimono

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Blue stone cobbles
singular footfalls
detection afoot

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The moon admires
reflections
in bedraggled streets
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For

OpenLinkNight ~ Week 45

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