Let's all go to the Strawberry Moon,
Where we creep like mice from our sheltered cocoons.
Where flowers tumble through our tangles of hair,
And the pulsing thrum of music fills the air.
Where we dance and twirl, this is the show of the Strawberry Moon,
Come soon,
For magic happens here, no matter what, no matter whom.
And from the brush, a rush of winged stars
Who fly far over the sparkling fields,
Over the towering flames of the fires we've built,
Under the Strawberry Moon.
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Poems for the Brave
PoetryThese poems are for those of us who need to be brave:) ***An autobiography through poetry***
