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Moon MAG

By Anonymous

   The Mysterious Enchantress

Agrees to relay Sun's bold message.

But coyly alters it,

Sending it through her purifying lenses.

Filtered and bent,

It becomes a muted, pale echo



Her moonbeams

Are the silvery kelp fronds of dreamers

In the place of the

Golden wheatfields of realists





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