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May 2019
She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.

She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.
Seán Mac Falls
Written by
Seán Mac Falls  Éire
     Rob Rutledge and Seán Mac Falls
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