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The River
 Under a crescent moon
the river flows
with never ceasing music.
Tall weeds thrash in the breeze
the waters reclining
like a woman
ripe with the sun.
Golden bracelets jangle
as dancing feet of mad women
slip through the mud
to the cool waters.
Charm
 Oh Golden Lady
virgin coquette
complete in yourself
capture a heart for me.
The new moon your mirror
the sacred drum your womb
accept my gift of flowers
candles, incense.
Please don't cry.
Not a harsh word.
A Girl
 Being by nature
innocent,
a girl, loving
cannot ward off
evil, ignorance, hate
or even a rude remark.
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