May Moon Magic

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August 16, 2019
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Shimmering silently down the atmosphere,
Silvery streams of moonlight softly spear
The grey curtain of night,
Bleaching its dark hue
And conjuring a hovering spirit of quietude.
The enchanting aura of lunar light
Envelopes one soul in solitude
And this sole soul is captivated,
Like ferrous dust to a magnet,
As the night sky sovereign of May
Matures from prince-hood to kingship
Seated serenely on its throne
Amidst starry courtiers,
Exuding an air of charm and care.

Author – Lampe Omoyele

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