Shall I trust the moon?
She flirts behind purple clouds
Veiling her luminous face
Like a naughty trickster
In a bad moon-mood.
I want to tell her to
'take a leap, '
And she does
Over the next cloudy fence
Until finally,
Reminded of her manners
Floats across my view
With a graceful smile
And offers her
Apology.
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