25 Minutes of Poetry
A white moon shines in a red-rimmed well of light.
A soft seashell of clouds cups the sky.
Shell and pearl, so darkness draws back.
Swept-up seashell?
Something sings!
...sea song.
NB. In the first poem, I don't like the last line, but I can't think of anything else yet. In the second, "swept-up" was intended to describe the shape, It's second meaning is the more obvious one.
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