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moonbeams

the shining moon hung

in the gray night sky

lush, ripe

a fruit on the world’s tree

it called softly to me through the window

come, little girl

sail away on the sea of dreams

float freely on the waves of forgetfulness

let time slip away …

tempting as the offer was

i knew i must refuse

for i was called to waking

thinking, writing

of the moonbeams

on my pillow

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