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Moots

On Epona's Day we meet
As we have for eon's, greet,
Along the ways of loves feats
Our river sparkles at feet.
 
Those feet traveled far and wide
Slippered, bare, they will abide
On shores where horses we ride
From seas to mountains far sides.
 
Put aside time to find friends
For in time all things change trends,
Pass as dreams that cannot mend
Past nor present till we blend.
Periwinkleblue
Written by Periwinkleblue
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Author's Note
Tanaga stanza form poem.

Moots - is an archaic word for meeting/meeting places.
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