Name poem
MONIQUE
Moving leisurely in its mandated motion
Over the horizon, bursting with passion,
Now inching over the dewy window sill,
I perceive the sweet scent it spreads.
Quietude descends on my rested mind,
Unwavering sun, fail me not ever,
Ease my heart and mind from all earthly care.
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