Consumed with heaviness
Moon closes eyes As she weeps silent love; Her precipitation awaits no approval cooling fragments of longing Bask in its damp embrace As bits of liquid heaven Flutters toward soil Soothing ground Until night returns And the moon can dominate welkin With her delicate fragrance Bathing landscape In sliver paint; Reflecting every bead of residue precipitation Lingering on each blade of grass Hardening into glass Soft within its grasp #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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