A golden moon
There whence by Her
Diffused view
Presents her lands...
Like a knowing You
Upon a little knowing me
Unknowing depths implant,
me sees a rowing a boat
On you making a silky move,
As if You there wished a golden review
Of the watery glow,
As if You wished that flow
More more to be continued,
As a wine, faraway in a french vine yard
Discovered and by trance strong brewed,
A golden moon
There whence by Her
Diffused view
Presents Her lands,
Like a knowing You,
Upon little knowing me,
Unknowing depths implant,
me hears the murmur
Of stream, glowing on you...
(Note: on a quote by Gibran, and a golden moon as seen this time)
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