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Red Magnetic Moon
Sweet, sacred Moon –
As 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
And Children shout
As you climb –
Brighter than Belief
Like another Sun
until
You are wholly 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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