for Death she comes not in the dark of night
but swirls Her Vortex through the fogs of noon;
She blindly takes me in behind Her sight
and bears me dumbly towards Her private moon
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Moonlight Dancer
I twirl
and the white skirt swirls
around me
rising into the air
a gentle cloud
Dark beckons
and i dance
outside
into the night
dance under the moon and stars
feet stirring grass
damp with dew
arms ra...
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