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The Moon

written by: Smita



The muddled moon
Lounging languorously
On feathery flecks of suds
Sweetened like candy floss
Imbued with intense wanderlust
The moon sets forth on a slow meander
Jaunting about lush wheat fields
White and yellow sweet clover
Quite soon stumbles on
Abiding hiatuses of rest
In the loch to hand
Earthy and wheaten
A delicious irony!



I am a mom, a housewife, a blogger. In my leisure time, I read poetry and occasionally try my hand at poetry. I blog at 'the wide blue yonder'.

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