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  • Writer's pictureLaura Grá


Updated: Jul 6, 2020

In skies of solar music,

Stars falling in my lap,

Moon calling Sun, elusive,

Caught in the midnight trap.

Nor beams in Luna's loom,

Nor mist dancing in clouds,

Only my head inhabiting the Moon,

Your embers burning deep into my ground.

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