The eye of the night,a nocturnal delight
Shimmering, scintillating in her white gown
She rides the night blazing trail of silver light
To consort with her lover Endymion.
Rendezvous in a cave on mountain peak
The bliss of eternal love, the lovers seek
Fifty daughters to them born, olympiads
Fifty months called the Menai, myths myriads.
Beautiful indeed! 🙂
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#deep
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Thanks for visiting. Your poetry is beguiling.
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I so truly love how you are always able to be so eloquent in the details. Write On!
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