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Hey, selenophiles! 
I am back with yet another poem integrating love and moon. Enjoy your dose of #moonporn with this poem. 
She sings a sweet rhapsody
to the serene night.
Sanguinity snakes through
her veins and sinews.
Rainbow sprinkled verses
and scintillating tunes,
she punctuates her songs
with mellowed whispers
to beckon the moon.
She doesn’t know that
the moon responds
only to deep elegies
and songs of sorrow.
The moon doesn’t even
flash a nod to the
happy songs of the dame.
Move on, girl, for there are
other natural things to
sing your songs to.
~Kavya Janani. U
