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Before

the darkness
yields to dawn
when stars are put away
and clouds are weaving
cobwebs across the moon
the world looks like a tapestry
hanging from the sky

from my balcony I survey
the grand designer's work
reading where I have written
spring is like a diva singing

the moon takes out her clarinet
and ends her night's descent
disappearing into my lover's hair
my whole world's filled with music

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  • Soulless.
    February 28, 2009
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    I like the poem