A Moonful Night
Soulful yearnings filled with love
A loving voice full of heart and lust
Then churning on and on
The night begins to sing a tune.
Exact appeal of burning
Silhouettes glowing every delight
In shine and the day dies howling
Against the platinum moon
If ever I've fondly conjured a
Midnight storm, a delay of
Foreplay was born the sound
Of thunder a wonder.
What causes thunder to fear?
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