The moon springs without prologue
on the unsuspecting sky
but does not carom
its' way through stars, rather
gently sweeps aside
a passage, horizon to horizon,
its wake fills silently in,
and even self-absorbed observer I
have not failed to notice
this delicate movement mimics
loves' entry to a mortal soul.
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