Enraptured
When the Jupiter was passing the
Venus
And the sun was throwing flares
I saw a broken yellow Moon
Wishing to wish on a wishing star
The tranquil sky was half covered
With smoky clouds
The spring was arriving
Or so was shown by young leaves
Even if I bled to death
Before Her peaceful Eyes
Would She not just shrug Her well
poised Shoulders?
With Majestic Grace
2012-03-13
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