There is no road there is no lodge stars above pine straw below
Sunday, September 11, 2011
MOONGLOW
Moonglow lay soft over her shoulders
i dare not move, nay, even breathe
for fear of disturbing a grace so emminent
a scene so tranquil
Silently, I bid the Princess of the Morning Dawn
God speed
as she sets off for another run
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