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New Moon
Dream
Interesting questions
She posed through
The night,
On past morning
Into mid light,
Are the mountains
The river
That flows down
Below,
Are the trees
The wind
When its branches
Do blow,
You say I’m
A Goddess
But surely
You tease,
Am I not
Just a body
The Gods play
As they please.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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