Rain of the Moon
A soft moon glares at a shimmering pond
The silence is broken my some one so fond
She glydes like a angel across the moonlight glades
Where herbs grow freshly, the smell can never fade
Upon a rock, she smells the minty dreams
That floats in the rock pool, never sinks into seems
Small fairys play with stars that sparkle in the night
She smiles so gently at the childish site
Quietly she feels an emotion that can conquer all
That makes her feel reality without letting Fantasy fall
The wind whispers a slow tune in the hollow trees
She raps herself with getleness while her hair fills with leaves
She looks above at the dark, Seeing something sail on the sky
She realized, that winter has spread her wings and flies
Falling from the heavens, softly she sees sleet
And suddenly at that moment, she feels....
Complete.
-©Laura Quinn/Fuzi
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