The moon

The moon

A Poem by a_methyste
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have always found the moon. The embodiment of incantation. That silver shine! Those bewitching, Enchanting, Glitters! Always Delicate! And mysterious! Intricate in the dark forest

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I have always found the moon.
The embodiment of incantation.
That silver shine!
Those bewitching,
Enchanting,
Glitters!
Always
Delicate!
And mysterious!
Intricate in the dark forest
If I ever were to ask myself:
«How it would feel to be that way?»
I guess I’ll know the answer.

© 2025 a_methyste


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An enchanting write about a mysterious phenomena, which continues to cast a strange aura upon all that moves or remains motionless; beneath that slightly sinister glow.

It's been said that the word "lunatic", arose to mean madness; supposedly brought about by lunar influence; and yet people continue to be captivated by moonlight.

The "witching hour" must seem that much more eerie, in a glimmer of moonlight.

Thanks for sharing. And, I hope that you will appreciate my comments; as always.

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a_methyste

21 Hours Ago

I do appreciate you comments. It is nice to share. Have a good day ahead.

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