Night clouds in December sky
hide the moon as it floats by
eliciting from me a sigh
at its beauty here
Pausing here to look up high
my eyes they really can’t stay dry
as tears of joy I freely cry
for its beauty here
This ambiance I can’t deny
with wonder here hard to defy
or deign to sort or classify
to its beauty here
So I’ll not try to specify
or even here to quantify
but simply look to magnify
with its beauty here
©Jemverse
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