The Moonlight Glide

Upon the moonlight an aureole rise
It shook the shadows upon the bloom
Hiding the tokens ominous disguise
To curse upon heaven a shadow doom

Stealthily steps cling to the beams
Unheard by drought of a desert hide
The beam light clocked striking the heart
And shadows so fragile falling apart
Disperse upon the moonlight glide

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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