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It is as if
The envious sun
Had witnessed
last night's moon
And wondered how it would be
If she was dressed silver too
And veiled in silver silken mist
I'm in the liminal space between
The darkness and the light
Shimmering cobwebs
Beaded with glitter
Tremble like me
in the stillness.
Soft edges
in the midst of confusion.
Pools of possibility are
Lit by white rainbows
Gateways to another place
Hidden from the sun

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