Stephanie Savage

(Hoffman Estates, Illinois)

Ivory Gold

Oh, the splendor of a crisp night
And an ivory gold moon,
How my soul takes flight
With wonder, not returning soon.
The crescent ­ so sharp and clear,
It slices the dark, so smooth,
It seems incredibly near,
As my anger, it soothes.
A vision of beauty,

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