moon
quiet sister of sun
she hangs low in the night sky
mover of tides maker of madness
I feel her deep in my bones
tendrils of dark light
in my belly on my heart
influence waxing waning
gentle manipulator
mother of tides and lunacy
moon
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This is a beautiful poem. Looking forward to reading you here.Take care~Sue
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