Cold, blue, shining
on nakedness.
She stands at the window;
lithe and wistful.
The chill in the air,
sparks shivers on
her luminous skin.
She breathes in moonbeams,
and longs for home,
as her eyes sparkle with the stars.
Moonlight.
Cold, blue, shining
on nakedness.
She stands at the window.
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