#nascency - Hello Poetry

. 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. .

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May 8, 2019

May 8, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC

ormond

Little Moon

. 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. .

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. 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. .

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Jun 21, 2017

Jun 21, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC

ormond

Little Moon

. 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. .

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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.

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC

ormond

Little Moon

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.

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