1. ‘the moon is a curving flower of gold.’---Sara Teasdale
The moon is a curving flower of gold
Among garland of stars, fantasies foretold
Ornaments of night glowing so bright
Staying miles away but within our sight
We see it shaping to move the oceans
Covered by shadows of earthly emotions
2. ‘Wherever I am, the world comes to me.’---Mary Oliver
Wherever I am, the world comes after me
But I come to you, and want to be lost
No one can find me, not even myself
Let my shadow search for me in your shade
I want to hide from my reflection
Let your arms be my shelter to rest
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