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the witching hour

never before
never since

have i felt more

under the spell

of this Sensual Moon

her crown, the black of cosmos
the green eyes of moss covered hills
the plumb lines of stars
the curvature of the universe

in the dead of night
she dances nude
in the shadows of a forest
round locks of my hair

round and round


One thought on “the witching hour

  1. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    what wonderful strokes your pen creates
    colors only the heart can see
    I have enjoyed your gallery of thoughts as I wandered through…
    Thank you for sharing

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