Verbose moonlight clouds


Heavens gates they say, from those goldern peaks

Dripping from the same darkness that my mind comes from

And the same lights, giving flights.


Fluffy is deadly as can be

Dueling the hair like drops 

Shine you bright bastions of death and life


Welcome rains, but it’s not enough

Driving dead things in to collapse 

Soil, rocks and sands


Moonlight as a cold welcome 

Or as a goddesses kiss

Thinking of verbose ways to describe your own sky


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