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Moon of wind and flowers

The warmth of day lingered on, shadows played a sweeping sun

grassy swallows swooped, grey dusky light

colors of day, drank away the meadow

in skies of yellow, blue

Wind of wild roses, a thicket swirled sweet the night

flower petaled breezes swept the air

in fragrant fields of dream,

beneath the moon

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