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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, July 30, 2012

She Makes the Flowers Bloom at Night


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She makes the flowers bloom at night
She borrows magic from the moon
Collecting stars, she holds their light
and makes the midnight shine like noon.
Pale luna moth from dark cocoon
seeks out her flaming auburn hair.
Enchanted girl with shoulders bare,
unnamed goddess, who can she be?
I would be lifted from despair
if she would shine her light on me.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, A Mini Challenge for Sunday, The Prince (Dizain)