dance of kismet

tender clouds
soft to the touch
grace the predawn
moonlit sky

orion peeks out
from a veil of white
dancing with the moon
in radiant light

the hunter waits
for the perfect sight
hunting hearts
this moonlit night

the dancers glide
through love-locked transit
hearts stolen by
celestial bandit

transient water wisps
these aeons-lovers hide
timeless and fleeting met
in beauteous dance of kismet

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