Sitting On The Ring Of Saturn
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You frighten me,
scare me,
sitting on the
ring of Saturn.
But, the silver-light
the moon borrows
from the sun,
makes your face
bright and mild.
I sit on my knees
to grasp the beauty
of the blue
and the magic
light together.
True love
drenches my
spirit freely.
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