Untroubled Moon

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All things die and grow

Flowers at midnight

Or flowers at the dawn

Flowers in disarray are

Still as perfect as can be

As raindrops seem to fit

In the air when they fall

And forest floor, full

Of life is walked upon forever

There is no misery for

What has no mind

To be this flower

To have no mind, no misery

Wonder of wonder

Emptiness on emptiness

Of absolutely nothing there

This moment and

Every moment after

Rolling forever on

Rest with mountains

Rest with clouds in the sky

Beneath the untroubled

Moon, that has no

Dream but the stars

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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