Say me; by
What whiskers of sloppy night
You roll your terse eyes
Taking a bigger frown
on your hideous face.
My little moon shiver
A rotund, longer
Stretching in fright –
Dense clouds rescue her
Putting a veil
from the curse of
Unbecoming eyes –
A talisman of a kind
Till the dawn turns her fear
into a golden dawn –
Smiling, and chirping all round
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The remarkable confluence of images.
So much thanks dear Sir
…and so the dawn brings its golden enigma!
Brilliant presentation !