Shine the sun and moon
bright in the yard.
One peeps through the window,
other divulges through the door.
I sit and bask,
until it scorches my skin.
A gentle breeze deflects the sight-
sitting by the window, glows the light
on the mast, coyness in silhouette.
Soon the shadows swoon.
Found the painting somewhere on the internet and attempted.
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