full moon waltz

fighting with the clouds to see through inky sky
my mind wanders to the last months
how many times someone comes to mind
when I do not wish it
dear will-o-wisp clouds enchant me
but still I strain to see the moon
and it shows just its slip, straining my eyes
for only a glimpse, but
I refuse to start the dance
and
I will not take a step until I see your face

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