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Pouring Light

High up in the sky,
the rising of the moon has come.

Spreading her lavish garments
of shimmering, flowing silver
over the velvety night sky
and surrounded by starry gems.

She pours her light out,
to fall onto earth like a waterfall
cascading in the shadows,
in the comfort of night.

She pours her light onto secret lovers,
moving seas and oceans with her power.





First published here.

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