And moonlight ushers her blessings on your body as you rest.
She reads the stress pouring out from your forehead in dreams.
Timid whimpers the puppy saddened by a scolding.
Cowering as age develops by the minute.
Even by the second.
Not at all as you had reckoned.

Diana, huntress snatches your sword.
Propelled it to the nether worlds.
Lest you cut yourself.
Sever not the light of life.
Carried on raindrops.

By the face of morning's crispy sun.
You quake, you shake you vibrate and you quiver.
Like joy in the morning the sunshine you give her!
By ladylivvi1

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