The Sun Greets The Moon

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The gift of a God

Or the bud born to Rose

From the ashes

Of Herself 

Together, She chose;

To be of Love,

To be open to Source,

To hug her companion

On this Saturday course. 

When life loops in rhythm

The Sour joins The Sweet,

To convene in attraction

And walk over to Her feet. 

A ease basks Her toes,

And rises Her soul to the occasion

of hearing Her lover greet.

The story to unfold,

Has bloomed underneath 

The glow of The Moon

Held in The Sun’s reach. 
Love to


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