Daughter of the Moon
Rosy cheeks, white locks of snow
Light in your eyes
Grace in your walk
When at night the Tigers lie silent
Through tree and forest you glide
Meeting, melting, and dancing
With young Boys and old Spirits
Fox lines your dress
Hare covers your ears
We of the city have not known you
For it's with the Deer you creep
Comments
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Kinda sounds like Mother natures wardrobe. I like that. It moves along quite nicely. I think you get your point across quickly. Nice write.
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I really liked this; the metaphors and imagery were beautiful. The last two lines have a strong impact too. Great write
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