Harvest Moon
October tastes...
as a fine white
wine
of exceptional year...
Comes complete with
Tears of clear
gold
sparkling cold
Whose harvest moon
brims and
buckles
Full of reluctance
Making promises
never meant
To be
based on days
of future-past
poem by Midnights Voice
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