A Moon’s Call (Nonet)

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moans of the moon disquiet the soul

with sunny skies drifted afar

left standing here in the dark

only to weep your name

bawling from the core

love’s burning fire

and sweet winds

spirits

feel.

©2013 Liza Morales

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