Raw and honest

Under the brightest of the moons
Behind the thickness of the clouds
Lays my vulnerability bear,
Raw, open and soft stands this being of mine.

On the richest of the soils
In between the treasure of the woods
Stand my dreams shy,
Honest, bright and darling lay these wishes of mine.


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