My Floating Thoughts
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Although she is not the moon,
she seems to move like the moon does.
When the night is consistently dark.
She rises just as the moon does,
she appears and smiles like
moon passes between the clouds.
.............Every silent night,
....I sit on my window sill and watch
............the drifting of moon.
I float in the universe of ideas,
among the dim stars, twinkling
when just the two of us are present.
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