Spring Moon Over Ecuador
When midnight comes to be
and stars aglow will beckon,
the pulse within me
shan't resist the pull to reckon
that voice that's deep within my ear,
a melody that only I can hear.
How divine the moon again tonight,
graceful and serene, a goddess,
shrewd yet subtle with her might,
she's a most relentless temptress.
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on February 28, 2022 for contest G - GIVE ME A NEW POEM - ANY FORM (SPRING) sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE - RANKED 1ST
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