When oceans climb the mountainside
to cradle wishful stars that hide,
Behind dark, twinkling thunder, bright,
the swelling moon fills up the night.
T. E. Pyrus
Rendezvous
the Lamp, the Teacup and some Chaotic Overthinking
the ramblings of a confused creature
the Lamp, the Teacup and some Chaotic Overthinking 
Found this via the community pool. I really enjoyed your poetry! The imagery is fantastic!
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A fabulous fantasy woven upon ethereal galaxies!
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Vivid imagery and beautiful personification. I love this description of the rising tides!!
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^_^
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Thank you. I’m so glad you like it! ^_^
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Nice one
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Thank you!
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