Moonbeams — A Poem

She collected moonbeams in a jar

And galaxies tangled in her hair.

The silent serenity of the night

Brought her clarity.

Her heart hummed a melody,

As peace flowed through her.

Then she pricked her finger

On the crescent moon’s point,

And her finger bled sunsets onto the canvas of the sky.

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