It Flitters.
It Floats-
causes jitters in my heart -
never to part.
It dances across and
Dances up in the sky.
Settles in on a spot.
It shivers it's shine
It spins each time.
It outshines all outcries in the summertime.
It glitters.
it devotes
It dances.
It takes its chancesMoonbeams,
Beauties and rubies- reflect
down to the ground
It spins
It wins
It dances up
It dances down
Never to frown
Instead it hounds and renowns teases
and clowns all about and all around town.
It bounces
It pounces
It's moonbeams delight
It invites.
It flights.
Its Not trite
It's taillights and typewriters
Invites into a piece of my heart and
Satellites into my soul.
The Moon in June that Blooms.
Suzie thoughts on a Full Moon.
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