The moon fell from my belly
the day the moon filled up the sky
no wonder all the angst
and neurotic fascination
with
moonlight
sticks
stones
trees
and
that
feral child's
repetitive
cry
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
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Goodness gracious! Look at all of these magical posts I have been missing! Your poems are beautiful. Something special is going on with you, I can sense it in your words :) :) :) MAGIC
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There is something about July and stronger currents of magic...I'm wondering what, from all this will evolve. Joyful spells, tearful spells ~ all sorts of spells at play.
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I agree! very mystical. magical. thank you, Akka <3
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