Blue corn moon..

Blue corn moon maiden,
let your Indian heart breathe,
ever deeper, of the rising wind.
Let your spirit join the wolf
in a dancing whirl of magic,
as you long for more,
and dream of wildness,
ever present, on the edge
echoes that flip your heart,
and find your souls awakening.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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