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Morning moon

I stood long under stars and trees

clouds transiently swift in winter’s eve

memories of yesterday’s child, a year to play

a dream, a pond to skate away

Now wintery thoughts are aglow

cool drifts the night through open windows

Owls haunt with delight

they seek to prey,

quick before the light

of sleepy days

I slept and fell deep the well

my soul drinking freely

bathed in sweetest darkness

depth of sorrow wakes me soon

my joy alights this

morning moon

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