Spurned Love
She awoke
to a blazing sun,
brightest orb,
day’s lover.
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.
She, sleeping,
missed the soft caress,
silken touch,
palest rays
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2022
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