"Moon"
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In prime of dusk
you leap from the hills
into pouch of clouds
to watch our nights.
Here in the vales
we sing and dance
that you are up
in the sky again.
Down in the vales
and up on the hills
you beam your bliss
from up in the clouds.
On fish in water
of stream or brook
you shower your shine
with grace and care.
In trays of trees
facing the sky
you splash your smiles
and all for free.
In town or camp
you blend your showers
with the fire from cable
and it maims your grace.
Fierce is the face
of the tension lines,
harsh is the bill for he that has,
stiff is the fine for he that slips.
Truly yours,
@samueloption.