Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than =
gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a =
history of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely made =
by man, she's is shining despite the rough terrain, I think she picks =
her teeth with the staff of a flag, she plucked from her cheek with =
playful disdain. Glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, throwing a =
spotlight over the chasm, glowing survivor, gorgeous in orbit, casting =
her shadow, over the sea (heavens' at end)...Geologic samples held up to =
the light, teach very little of her life, astronomers deny what they can =
divine, by merely gazing up into her eyes, every lunar cycle she begins =
a new, not afraid to show herself in full, the man is a myth, lovers =
share a view, all god's howling dogs to her are dutiful. If you come at =
nightfall, you can see all her magnitude, her tidal tears have fallen, =
reflective of the sun, bearning her gratitude.
Submitted by: Mel
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