May 6, 2011
Moonbeam
Deep waters flowing,
a cold breeze hushing,
I am a mystery -
a lone, faint moonbeam
reflected back into the night.
Who can capture my radiance?
Nobody will even try.
Soon, the morning sun will arise.
Soon, my subtle sparkle will die.
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