The drumbeat heart the spilling melody the cadence of language filling the page imagination's music creating new worlds moving across time ~ Caroline A. Slee
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The Wild Moon
Bacchanalia across night skies stars falling and the moon twisting round As nocturnal creatures leave their dens trekking through solitary openness The wild moon calls like to like as the earth begins the shift between seasons And our blood begins a drumbeat of anticipation and change as life floods back from the longest nights