A deceptive full moon lures
an awakening of aspirations.
I react with alarm only to be disarmed
by this renewal of affection.
There is a genuine glow
that obscures the superficial.
The night air is as warm and sweet
as gentle entangled embraces.
Even the fireflies flash
well past deep darkness.
R. Gerry Fabian
(Image by DWB)
Saragun Springs 
R Gerry
Do enjoy the effortless lilt to this one. You excel at describing the little moments.
Leila
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A poem that warms & stills the mind, those two last lines particularly vivid.
Geraint
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