Marisniulkis musings

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Purple moon

Oh full moon enmeshed with the clouds

keep my eyes open for you 

use me as your instrument to create

it fills me, it heals me, it feeds me.

Is there some[one][thing] else pleading to a planet, no, a star, not that, but

look at the prism it has made of the sky.

How can I refuse to put my dreams in its hands?