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On An Early Spring Evening

Her beauty transcends all

By John MarkhamPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
On An Early Spring Evening
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A gentle breeze among the trees

The sun has bid adieu again

The lingering light, a pleasant sight

For me, the least of mortal men

I see her face the evening grace

A slender crescent pale and fair

Her westward stroll, on wings she rolls

Midst Heaven's stars without a care

Transfixed, my gaze upon her lays

She brings me light and solemn peace

But can she care? She's not aware

That I exist, of all the least.

(Written in memory of a very special person that I truly admired. Inspired by a beautiful and memorable crescent moon in the month of April.)

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About the Creator

John Markham

I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.

My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.

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