a dot of cream in the fading blue sky
trees below bare and naked
stretching and seeking the orb
a temptation to embrace within its mesh
peacocks call from somewhere in the near distance
a brown and ocher wood
seeking the last vestiges of the green growth
the sky is dyed now
to a deep prussian blue
and i seek you
wanting to as much hold you and more
the moon is a treat now complete in itself
and i incomplete without you...
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