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Red Magnetic Moon
Sweet, sacred Moon –
The Sky turns pale
Trading black for blue
The Stars and I
Adore you
Eastern Mountains hide you –
Trumpets herald not this Dawn
But Animals hail you
Children shout
As you climb –
Brighter than Belief
Like another Sun until
You are far above us –
Ascending – sending down
Bright Beams of white –
The Rim of every Hill shines
As Convex Aureoles alight
I thrill that still
You deem us worthy
Of your clear
Quicksilver Blessing.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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