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by Erica Gearhart


Looking out upon the sea's calm waters

At the newly waken moon I’m gazing.

Shadowy reflection swirling, moonlight

Playing lambently along with darkness.

Gypsies silently arrived, eyes twinkling.

Slowly rose she to meet me where I sat.

Stillness veiled the nearing stellar figure.

But I saw she clasped her crystal ball.

First I only viewed the surface nicks, the

Foggy window cleared, then, I saw my soul.



The content's clear, the mood pensive and soft.
And "lambently" is not a common word!
Iambic verse is tricky meter, though.

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