her beauty always catches me unprepared her reflection is a poet’s muse and as so oft before tonight again, i pause and wonder long... "who else, my love, is watching you?"
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post script.
along with watching April’s moon grow full these last few nights, Sally’s poem is tonight my muse. thank you, dear sister, and friend! https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1922140/one-full-moon-night/
**“Full Pink Moon – April This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring.”