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| The Full Moon Becomes Her Light showed out through her radiant face Traces of shadow show every sillohette Crescent of her is only half gone Along the river she shows her true reflection section by section is gone slowly from stars around her The Goddess becomes her echoing winds She grins of light Sights of her shows me the sea of her westerly winds. The Full Moon becomes her Song of a loon calls to her in a song of the night We pray to her at night but by day she is still there Deep blush colours shadow on her So we think the Full Moon becomes her Stir of the winds shows traces in the trees The sea will end every phase Waves of breeze Blow steadily on her and the Earth below. ~~~CatsEye of the Wiccan~~~ |
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