Luna Nueva
Posted on Dec 9th, 2007
by
Sacred C()W
Beloved Moon
Once again unseen
Rising deeply in my dreams
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Her arms are cold as velvet
Soft like salt water taffy , Lucid
as past perfect tense.
She beckons me inward
to the warmth of Vesta's hearth
Once again unseen
Rising deeply in my dreams
()
Her arms are cold as velvet
Soft like salt water taffy , Lucid
as past perfect tense.
She beckons me inward
to the warmth of Vesta's hearth
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