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Orange Moon

Take every whispering

breathless living moment

that shimmers, sparkles

like diamonds dancing past

the water, reflecting the

grin of an orange moon

Hanging heavy in the

eve of a summer sky

Love the laughter that tolls the bells

of your spirit singing hymns this

beautiful moment in the sand

Follow a man along the violet

pink scrawled sunset beach

And laugh at the human carnival

Drink in the colors, the shapes,and sizes

Admire the filth that refuses to apologize

for the colors that it chooses to

paint the portrait of the carousel

that twinkles before the city lights


  1. the moon IS exquisite tonight, your words do it justice.


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