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Blossoming Moonlight
A Symphony of Embers and Waves
Budding breast, let it be free,
God’s artistry, divine decree,
Nourishment flows, grace, and spree,
Warm embrace, fear not to see.
No longer child, my dear, you’ve grown,
Winter winds whirl, clouds to be sown,
From pools of light, stars will be known,
A jasmine garden, your chest has shown.
Golden silk, spun from dreams,
Desire and youth, in sandy streams,
Retreats the sea, in love it seems,
Beware, lest your fire drowns its gleams.
Young girl, I am a somber blaze,
From you, I smoke, but don’t be fazed,
Feed me not, for we must raise,
A blue bed of waves, and their mighty praise.
Golden silk, spun from dreams,
Desire and youth, in sandy streams,
Retreats the sea, in love it seems,
Beware, lest your fire drowns its gleams.
Young girl, I am a somber blaze,
Passing warmth, in your wounded haze,
From you, I smoke, but don’t be fazed,
Feed me not, for we…
