Turn your eyes to the east for the full moon feast, magic of cycle endless. The ones left to the stars dine with us for a few hours, a banquet of strange events between the steam of waking and dream, I hear a voice. Tears of light. I hear your longed for voice. #poetry#poempic.twitter.com/yng6CwjJFs
Thank you. I could actually see the full moon yesterday, and it just so happens, I was previewing an article about the endangered polar bears for my classes. Well, it was kismet.
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