Moon Hides Rose
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James McLain
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Moon..veils hers...
floating..white..
soft light..moss..
brushes my face..
Leaves..rustle softly...
washed in canopy..
Moist soil...Bare feet..
run lost between..
toes..rose is hidden...
within nights darkness..
Brought into sight...
scents up soft light..
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