Oh shadowy orb with rim afire
avatar of my desire
your iridescent charms ignite
renewed reflections on delight
an item too abstract to find
a feeling only in the mind
and though I can accept the truth
I often think of distant youth
when all I ever did was smile
oblivious to vicious vile
evil vermin of our race
that jeopardize our chance for grace
while way out there in space
that wandering vassal of the night
eludes the rising solar pyre
Are You Reading Me?
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