moon nymph
fascinated by the lights raping the mountainsshe found herself dancing on dewy grass
young by years, old by innocence
(she would always be pale a a moonbeam and
innocent in the memories of the few)
Poetry by Ace
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Written on 2006-01-25 at 10:05
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