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Lost Moons

Hills roll green, nudging
blues and grays of stretching sky
that drape gold sunrays
God's feast on lost moons
devoured as the sea ebbs
a retreating roar
Horizon brightens
as her footprints touch upon
blackened sand

20 Sep 17

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