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Crepe Bows
The faded twilight of the stillness grows
as the moon cradles the memories
where shadows played in hawthorns
of crepe bows on the wings of doves
silencing the thistle of the piccolos
awakening the Shenandoah Valley
sweeping dusk from the sleeping eyes
as the moon cradles the memories
where shadows played in hawthorns
of crepe bows on the wings of doves
silencing the thistle of the piccolos
awakening the Shenandoah Valley
sweeping dusk from the sleeping eyes
Published 1st May 2023
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