dark moon morning

when the cat who met medusa speaks of ghosts to those alive

and the grass outside is wet after summer heat has died

the wind will carry answers clearer than the cards

and the stars above will watch and offer salves to heal your scars

a time will come for walking with the moon when she is new

and the darkness of the morning is a prayer heard by few

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