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The moon makes you cold but therein lies its remote wonder You soon become a devotee trapped in the grip of its allure and wondering how it is that this oft silvery orb is at once so cold and yet so warm it leaves many a lover moonstruck and abstracted On a leafy night like tonight, with a tropical moon up on high dancing phantoms peep through the gaps in the palm fronds and the moon woos them with its promise of worlds unknown She looks at me face up-tilted, and eyes consumed with heart-fresh passion I have a foreboding feeling, and a fearful certainty of loss for time the unyielding enigma promises  you everything but seldom delivers what you ordered in the heat of the moment Tonight the shadows are dancing the dance of silhouettes, ethereal yet as real as the moon that shines and the stars that beckon I am a wandering disciple of life's mysteries recruited on leafy nights such as this one is, and I'm tied to you  by  an unebbing desire to plant an idea on your tempting lips and hear you dispense what my fate is in this so changed world of our time
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
On a Leafy Night
The moon makes you cold but therein lies its remote wonder You soon become a devotee trapped in the grip of its allure and wondering how it is that this oft silvery orb is at once so cold and yet so warm it leaves many a lover moonstruck and abstracted On a leafy night like tonight, with a tropical moon up on high dancing phantoms peep through the gaps in the palm fronds and the moon woos them with its promise of worlds unknown She looks at me face up-tilted, and eyes consumed with heart-fresh passion I have a foreboding feeling, and a fearful certainty of loss for time the unyielding enigma promises  you everything but seldom delivers what you ordered in the heat of the moment Tonight the shadows are dancing the dance of silhouettes, ethereal yet as real as the moon that shines and the stars that beckon I am a wandering disciple of life's mysteries recruited on leafy nights such as this one is, and I'm tied to you  by  an unebbing desire to plant an idea on your tempting lips and hear you dispense what my fate is in this so changed world of our time
david-mungoshi
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
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