My moon is dusky
I become a lotus-eater when she blooms.
Etherised under her soft blue rays
And drenched to the marrow.
My moon has soothing properties
Like genteel breeze from salty sea,
she calms my disturbances,
lifts my spirits,
weaponises my imagination.
She is far away, yet near.
We walk hand in hand
Moon drunk,
I give myself to her.
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