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Oct 2015
The moonlight trips
Over the still lough
And the sounds of the night
Are silenced with awe.
She is the priestess,
Listening to confessions
Bred on the dark side
Of the moon.
Absolution is found
In her purifying light.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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