I am the moon, diaphanous.
My soul shines full
Thinly veiled beauty o'er
A wandering lookers chance,
Few, take but a glance.
Or seen not at all by many
Whose sense of beauty
Affords no view.
And I draw the clouds closer around me.
Bruce Schwab
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