9 Word Poetry Challenge

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Soul, Envelopes, Depth, Calling, Trembling, Moon, Rising, Touch, Tenderness

Oh,
golden moon
rising on wings unseen,
to soar
above the horizon.
Amid the stars
that dance,
within the depth
and silence of space.

You hover,
enveloped in clouds
that in their trembling,
move across the sky.
While I,
bathed in your hazed light
am calling out
from the depths
of my soul.

The tenderness
of the grass
that cradles me
mimics the touch
of caressing fingers
on my skin.
And sighs of contentment
are the only break
in the silence
borne of solitude.

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