Non-Erotic PoetryMoon CyclesThe moon breathed its pale white lilly breath
upon the star currents of living motion.
Reverberation bleeds life into the dreams
of mother earth as she unfolds her tapestry
from Oceania blue to Sahara gold.
A sojourn fuses from sea to shiny sea
nature's cycling horizons.
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