She
was like the moon
Part
of her was always hidden
The
rest was even so, never willing
She
was a silence;
That
echoed beyond hear
She
stamped her feet without a sound
It
was like she was never there
She
imprinted marks on hearts
But
made it dreamily so, it was never clear
Her
light spread through a Milieu
The
parts of her hidden,
Carefully
guarding a mystery
She
was like the moon
The
rest of her;
Sneaks
in only at murk
Mostly
for a few hours mock
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