evening without Vespers
the sacred buried deep
below moon blue woods
bare feet, the grass is soft
the air sweet, setting free
rooted music of growth
and death and coming
home again
the sacred buried deep
below moon blue woods
bare feet, the grass is soft
the air sweet, setting free
rooted music of growth
and death and coming
home again
Lovely, Lorna.
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