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Setting Moon
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A winsome voice rose
into the unlit sky
its fingers harped
unwakened dreams
A bare vignette lurched
into the shadows
its claws scraped
unshoed expeditions
An arm is raised high
blurry stars in witness
its blood testifies
unquieted aspirations
A voice rose to the Night.
and formed a melody
its waiting days expired
unsought gem wanes.
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Friday 8th April 2011 8:43 am
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