Romance

Poem By Amberlee Carter

the moon who wrote by candle light,
he whispered low his love, to whom he adored-
in a romantic game of follow the leader
he chased the sun in chance, he might catch her.
in a purple dawn, for once they shared the same sky-
then he, the moon, into her shadow receded from the twilight

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