Mare


Have searched for you when you were not there,
Seen a mere sliver episodically shared,
Sometimes I look and only see half,
At times I witness a little more than that,
When you're full you illuminate bright,
Brighter than the stars on a clear starry night,
I'll look anew and low and behold,
The opposites finally unfold.

Yet each and every time when I scrutinize,
I'll never see the other side,
But do not whirl around faster than you do,
I like the charade, inferring with clues.

Glad you asked me what I see besides the mare,
I'll answer you this, I prize your dare.

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