People call her "moon child",
for she dances under the old
willow tree in the hour
of midnight when
the moon is at its fullest.
She dances in the dewy grass,
humming to an old
melody from the past..
wearing an old white dress.
She is a ghost of the night-
floating through the field
in the countryside,
at peace with the moon.
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Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry.. written by me.