tagNon-Erotic Poetrywaning of the night

waning of the night


slender moon up on her throne
sees not the waning of the night

dwells in utter fascination
her own reflection pure delight

veiled in faceless guise of wonder
bathed in worship, awe and fear

she fails to grasp the shooting star
that whispers by her ear

shooting stars
dont last forever

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