There was nothing to hear...
But the breath of the moon,
Exhaling and erasing any and all burdens
I had decidedly hurried
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I like the romantic ambiance of this poem: 'While I slept With no fear, no formula... After frolicking, in a wee hour garden That twinkled with tinsel Romancing this poet's pen...' It's beautiful and pure romantic. 'Asking me to slow dance On the crimson carpet of Fallen leaves...there, In the vivacious breeze' Wonderful!
Romance of place and its celestial reach that lit this faint atmosphere and magic of trans season. Fineness stained pages.
Delighting all of the senses... not even the taste of the breath of the moon escapes my imagination... as, by your pen, it gently kisses me... I love this poem...