I dance in star thistle slippers
To the tune of the billowing pipes
My hair has been woven with moonwort sprigs
And I skip through the blackening night
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PoetryI am a stargazer, Tracing constellations Through galaxies of free floating thought, Distilling the contents of my scattered mind Into clearer images, And painting them across the insides Of my night-dark eyelids. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #118 (6/20...
Moonwort
I dance in star thistle slippers
To the tune of the billowing pipes
My hair has been woven with moonwort sprigs
And I skip through the blackening night