mOOnLiGHt

mOOnLiGHt

I could never write black poems. 
Piano keystrokes play me, pink. 
Moonlight sounds. another drink. 
The sister's notes finding homes 
inside faint shimmers in my dress. 
I am glowing. From my distress. 
Shade elevated. 
Mood enhanced. 
In the moonlight.

 

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