Under Three Moons

 Under Three Moons




Beneath the gaze of moons in silver light,
A kajira dreams, her heart a soaring kite,
With whispers soft of memories in bloom,
Each pulse of longing stirs the silent room.

In shadows dance the joy of days gone by,
Where dreams entwined beneath the endless sky,
In every glance, a spark ignites the fire,
Her soul alight with unyielding desire.


by Jules 1/6/2025

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