via The Cat and The Moon — O LADO ESCURO DA LUA

Originally posted on Poet’s Corner: Solitude in standing, bathed in harvest’s milky moon, hallowed by the moment caught, suspended midst the stars, in tune. What sparkles call him to this ledge? What questions form within his head? How long will starlight hold his heart until he purrs to bed? No matter what the fatter…

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