Looking High.

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I looked up and watched,
What was up there in the utopia
Of my dreams,
In the silent loneliness of the night,
The moon in her blooming young grace,
As lonely like me,
Was bestowing the compassion of her braid,
I felt the rain of her beauty was revealing itself
In the patio where I stood,
It was mistic,
Yet all the wonders were clear like the melting snow,
When I mixed my loneliness with her loneliness,
We both slipped in the avalanche of love;


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