The call her the Beautiful Example
And she sets us free
Under the folds of her dreams
Do we bet to really be
Never does night knit more smoothly
The scorching sun's onset, for weakly
Do the rays of Ra
Beset our fair lunette
A dove, a swan, an egret
She is all gentle birds I've met, and lofty
Is our lovely lady
Robust, thickset with honey
Miel, miel, her stony softness
Is a threat to any bee
Mother moon
Nestles warmly, in the armpit of a tree
I wrote this last night...
The season of the spirits just started today. I got a "whif" of it coming to school this morning. Also, last night's dream had a mythic-mystic quality I only get when this season comes around. It flowed more as a dream... wasn't harsh in the least. So now's a good time to make plans before Halloween.
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