Raise a glass to clearing skies
and let the moonrise shine
through it.
Make
some toast
that just popped up,
impromptu, meant
and somehow fit.
All
the while
lost in your
eyes, with you
so found in mine,
as well.
Too simple
for a recipe,
but perfect how
this moment fell.
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