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| Sheaves of Grass **A Collection of Poems |
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| by K. Violet June 2002 |
| My Secret Places chant to your moon in a language I'd never heard before, or knew I knew fluently. Your moon blushes and winks to my symphony; I chant on. My sight turns away suddenly from so many distractions, goals, ends, to contemplate mare congitum. A pleasant stop to repose the cells, collect my inner harmony and focus it on your moon, singing secrets like a ballad into every night sky! |
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