She plays a magic flute, unearths
a purple root; a lark descends,
its song in flight. She plays a life
beyond tall walls; in candlelight
all dreams beat wings towards her flame.
A dog fox barks her name: I kneel
and pray, away I say, the moon’s
shaping moonstones for you tonight. |
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