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Jan 2018
the moon was up in aura gold                                                                                suffused the night but in the tower                                                                          blockades light by windows old                                                                                 maketh for a gloomy hour                                                                                            which crept upon the day by stealth                                                                          sunlight stolen by the flowers                                                                                          with mysterious magic they transmutate                                                                  light in to multitudinous powers                                                                             neath tower gold enchanted grove                                                                          far flung daisies roses bloom                                                                                     'gainst the dimming of the day                                                                               at noon a sight on which to swoon                                                                               and through the twilight darkness crept                                                                   as flowers bend their heads to sleep                                                                            yet light of day their treasure fuel                                                                               the fire and fury they get to keep
Megan Sherman
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