01/12/2009
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It is beautiful
This village silent and illuminated
With a veil of moonlight dreams
And the mountains stately and tall
Coated in blue and silver
A thin veil of spirit
Weaving magic
In our midst
How many sleep, enfolded in this nighttime bliss
While I, awake, try to hold all the magic
In my broken cup
And watch as each drop of moonlight
Spills quietly to the floor
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