tis a daily remarkable minuscule miracle that the moon jumps out of her binding and flies through the evening
leaving the sun to chase her, the lover scorned
she is a white tigress embracing the night
through a ballet of clouds and a bouquet of lights
the stars will greet her along the way
but when the sun catches up, she has flown far away
and the night has faded back into the day
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Almost Beautiful
Poetrya poetry collection that's not that great. lots of variation! most of it doesn't rhyme. sorry. and I have e e cummings tendencies. sorry for that too. 2014-2016
