The Radiance of Another Life
A sheet of diamonds,
a crystal luminescence,
youth exhibited with a baffling smirk,
a face molded with the dawn of an innovative beginning,
the moon is cottage cheese.
Hands pressed together,
her arms at her waist,
throbbing, throbbing with a pulse of strength,
but then the sun is drowsily awaking
from her slumber.
The moon is stripped of her face
into a mere halo of transparency.
She is a mystery beyond question.
Then, she fades,
mourning about the loss of her dominance,
but then remembering about the night,
a full moon.
She will always be there,
aglow with passion,
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