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Moonsong
by Kirsty Wakeman
Moonsong
Dark and distant, deep and true,
Shafts of light come streaming through.
Crystalline, through blackness dense,
Calling forth no stark pretence.
Seeing eyes will gaze in awe,
wait in wonder, watch for more.
Resolutely worship now,
giving up their truest vow.
That which shines the brightest way
inside hearts as bright as day,
is that which radiates the night
Her outward love our inner light.
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