call her moonchild
dancing in the shallows of a river
lovely moonchild
dreaming in the shadows
of the willow
talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
sleeping on the steps of a fountain
waving silver wands to the
night-bird's song
waiting for the sun on the mountain
she's a moonchild
gathering the flowers in a garden
lovely moonchild
drifting on the echos of the hours
sailing on the wind
in a mile white gown
dropping circle stones on a sun dial
playing hide and seek
with the ghosts of dawn
waiting for a smile from a sun child
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
