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Feb 2015
wearing the fragrance of the Moon
her star-heart sings
of dawn's long reaching light

and at midday she sits cross legged
atop a small hill
watching people dance in sunlight

when the eve comes around
you will find her
getting dressed-up for midnight

and all the sparkling stars
a crown
she wears till Sunrise.
Written by
nivek
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