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Jun 2019
The moon rose,smiling
through the tree tops
where the day birds
slumbered
her reflection
shimmered
on the still,deep pool
of a slow moving river
and shattered
in a burbling brook.
Written by
rose hopkins  Wye Valley, South Wales,
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)   
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