Effortless was the love of the Sun and the Moon.
Climactic everytime they met.
Loving so the World may see.
If all their light and dark would be,
Plenty a dance there’d be for all to see.
Seemingly passing with a presence so strong.
Everlasting moment until the next one comes.
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Koyi wobbled to her shabby wood and straw kaz, holding her machete and an old burlap bag with some yams. Someone had laid another basket in front of the patched up door—rose apples today. They were a bright reddish pink, looking waxy and crisp, just the way she liked them. The culprit knew her very well. Those would be crunchy, juicy and sweet—she could tell—but she gathered all the will she could muster and pushed the basket aside to enter her home. She had already said no repeatedly and would not be taking bribes.
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Such a wonderful Acrostic! Loved it so much!