by elo69santa cruz, California, USA
Oct 2016 528 Views 0 comments
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eyes which secrets keep
sliver of the moon to weep
beneath face of a Goddess sleeps
like shadows from the sun
speak the voice on which we run
for somehow my soul has been undone
but there were leaves on the tree
and stars for the free
gold as the arrow
which fell me
sliver of the moon to weep
beneath face of a Goddess sleeps
like shadows from the sun
speak the voice on which we run
for somehow my soul has been undone
but there were leaves on the tree
and stars for the free
gold as the arrow
which fell me
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Posted: Oct 2016
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