Embracing the Moon

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Last night I reached out and touched the radiant moon,
My hands drawn to its golden glow,
It's always been up above the sky,
It will still be there when I diet.
               &&&&&
My heart feels the warmth of it's glow
Just from a simple embrace,
Whispering voices echoing from times past,
Kissing softly,  caressing my face.
                &&&&&
I am alone now gazing at the luminous moon
Knowing it will last when I am long gone,
It's place in this beautiful universe
Is to intensify the nights & dawns.
                 &&&&&
So if you're feeling lonely tonight
Look up to the moon & reach out and embrace it,
Let it shine warm your heart
As your worries & fears drift away,
Just like I did last night.

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ishtatishtatabout 19 years ago
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I think your poem got bushwhacked by the cliche in the first line "radiant moon". Possibly, if if you considered eliminating words that are not absolutely essential without changing much else the result could be interesting

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
Unfortunate..........

.......typo -

Last night I reached out and touched the radiant moon,

My hands drawn to its golden glow,

It's always been up above the sky,

It will still be there when I [diet]. -

in the last line spoils, an otherwise, nice little poem.

Tess

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