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by Sharmagne Leland-St, John

I hold the wind
to keep her from crying
she misses the moon

like the memory of a first love
worn throughout eternity
the sea cannot calm her

she needs my gentle arms
my breath whispering
soft morning love songs

as darkness edges onto the river
once again we prepare
to meet the moonless night

From the forthcoming The Song of Sparrows~ A Fifth Collection of Poetry  

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