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Jul 2015
The Poetess

She prayed that she
Would be the music of the summer
When the birds no longer sang
And the days had grown so cold

Now we see through the mirror dimly
Then we shall see one another clearly
Beloved and Beloved
Face to face

The true vision forever
More than just the lights of a season
We are going to where the sun never sets
And the moon and the stars never rise
He is the light that never stops
In his robes I can hide safely forever
The darkness ceases and
The light continues to grow
after reading Emily Dickenson
Will Moore
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Will Moore  Minneapolis MN
(Minneapolis MN)   
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