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Moon of the Morn’

So tranquil is our landscape,  
calm in its everest blue.
The summer moon, full in its splendour,  
keen for the watcher,  
gone apace the sprinkled dew.
Beauty few grasp to elate.
 
Reverent, spiritual night,  
sing silent to the heavens.
Weep with the morn', weep joy over all,  
even light can fall.
Gentle, mortal eloquence.
Godly harmonies take flight.
 
2010-05-12
Written by mjolnir (Dgim K. Bo)
Published | Edited 7th May 2016
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