She's dark, somber smoke of red, within herself...pensive, yet powerful. She wears her veil, about herself...in naked truth, a stony world, condense'd of ancient secrets, there, in her sky...floating in her dreams of death, and changing...balancing the world of men. Peace to you, 'Great Luna', peace to you...in passing.
Peace
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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