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May 2015
in a sylvan mountain meadow
beside my house
is a copse of incense cedar and
live oak
under which I imagine a fairy
circle to be
I sometimes imagine watching you
dance there
under the shuttered branches
kisses of silver moonlight
touch upon your shoulders
pale in the electric night
and tiny flowers bloom
under faint footfalls
as you dance
with the intensity of elegance and
grace
A Whisky Darkly
Written by
A Whisky Darkly  California
(California)   
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