By the Sylvan Moon

Ray Rider
Ray Rider
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

What wondrous chance that I,

a lonely minstrel wandering,

would stumble one night

upon that moonlit glade,

and gazing in amazement

upon her dance, fall hypnotized.

I stayed.

Whirling, spinning, soft leaves stirring

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Ray Rider

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Ray Rider

Freelance Writer, Poet, Marketing Content Specialist. https://www.facebook.com/ray.rider.142 www.linkedin.com/in/rayatbardsong

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