Musing

Someone spun the moon
and captured every constellation
from the enchanting sky I dreamt upon

when I was left in the gardens
with only birds in a swaying birch

to confide in;

these clandestine wishes wafting love
through whispering winds.

Walk with me in alliteration.
Catch the fragrance of humility
bringing you to your knees;
fair damsels dancing

to the blush of dawn
upon these smiling daffodils

~

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