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Denis Bezmelnitsin
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Moon and Wounded Angel
Poem II
To himself said moon in whisper,
"What a lovely angel, how
Lucid be her mirror, blissful
Lake... I shall reflect on it, and chaunt
Of midnight I shall
Sing to her before a sleep,
And in sleep I will appear then
By a scent of jasmine, saying "Do inbreathe
Me, charming angel bright,
And thy wounds be healed, and wings
Shall again be well to fly..."
Lest she is afraid, I'll turn in cute
Little moth - the moth of moon.
November 2018
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