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Moonrise, Sunset

By Pat G

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Hovered o'er a silver mountain lost autumn moon of frosted gold spills it's pale light on my valley as shadowed wings of night unfold.                    Last hushed moments of aged twilight spread a peace across this land as newly minted liquid moonlight cascades its coin upon the sand. Petal shades of lingering sunlight blush the sky as day retires weaving music mid the pine trees. Sweet lullaby from Luna's lyre. © on Jan 09 2002 04:44 AM PST, Pat Grantt   0 • 10

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