Crescent

Certainty replaced with fear,

Remembering times with someone dear.

Enchanted hearts of lovers fill the night,

Symphonies of the lonely moon's light.

Come, sweet peace and serenity,

Embrace me and my longed-for identity.

Never have I drifted in such euphoria,

'Til tonight that I'm in your makeshift Utopia.

poem by Blue Moonlight
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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