a shy moon rose demurely behind lacy brown branches that twinkled with copper leaves
her face was full and creamy like custard
the sky framing her was such a quiet shade of blue
only her peachy edges made certain it was not mistaken for white
the sky she faced was skim milk poured over cognac,
mellow, golden and smooth and still
light and color shimmering
where orange and chalky blue combined
so intensely they seemed to vibrate
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