LP_No. 33_2020_praise

sliver ethereal,
swinging
softly
against infinity.

She returns
in mystery,
smelling sweet
of springsong
and sliding
gently
through
the corner of the eye.

what magic?

what joy?

what sins hide
under her crooked smile,
on this
night
of wonder?

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