Tag: moon
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Sneewittchen
Ten small moons blank as bone, not bright enough to guide her home. Five above, and five below in the land of Fae, where cold winds blow. A coffin, glass, her beauty case; asleep at last, the maiden, chaste. A mirror’s truth first planted seed, from poison springs doom’s apple tree. Cloaked in night her…
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Night Music
Blood moon,cold witness tothis tune I singto the night. I’mmissing old dreams-her face, pale asmoonbeams. Ryan Stone
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mono no aware
A gold harvest moonSwells over night’s shadowed cliffsCohen is singing Ryan Stone
