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Mar 2021
i knew the moon too well
over familiar
from her arms i fell
like the water

in an ancient well
reflected her
eternal
earth mother

a mired hell
her purr
her smile
a loverΒ΄s

shell
a lost word
a ratΒ΄s spell
never heard..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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