Ivory Moon

An ivory moon,

a purple sky,

a wanderers song,

i wonder why,

i remain buoyant in your abundance,

limbs oil beneath your glare,

worlds become spectators

For they acknowledge

i am butter beneath your stare.

Our youth, a jubilee,

like pearls before a majestic throne.

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