orgami's Diaryland Diary

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BENEATH THE GLEAMING PASSION

hot and marvelous
you rise
from behind the steaming
night

this fallow season
ready to be tilled by
winds

the moon shall harvest
her prize
and the trees emptied
of their fruits will
sing dirge songs
in empty black limbs

9:20 a.m. - 2010-08-29

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