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raw sky, gentle moon

raw sky above me, gentle moon
hangs quiet in dawn blue.
in freckled green, the forest grows,
pure earth and sacred stone.
can i grow up under your sky?
a perfect place to hide.
exhaling warm dust into light,
a wanderer’s lullaby.

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