She's coming, she's coming
A pregnant surprise.
Pendulum emotions
Beam from on high.
A stillness too queasy
With vertigo highs...
Supermoon.
Past conquests leave their mark from centuries gone by
The agony and ecstasy, and too truthful lies....
Romantic echoes both shimmer and shine
All mixed together and showered from on high.
Who cares to judge ?
Who has the time ?
For some souls beginning THIER journey tonight !
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