beneath a curtainless window
the quiet breeze sifting though her hair
and the moon so bright.
Through the trees
and the breeze, the stars
too numerous seem to scatter
upon her direct gaze.
Throwing open those eyes
risking the glare of moon,
she drinks in the dim starlight
on the periphery of her sight.
Jennifer D. Behnke - April 25, 2013
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