magic of the merry moon.

December 26, 2015

The magic of the merry moon,
lay within the clouds dull casting
of a melancholy illumination
over all I’ve ever longed for,
reflected in the waterfalls waded,
across each misty mountain climbed,
upon every lonesome fingertip,
that has ever let me go.

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