Seluna whispers in the cycles
journeys that begin again
tying events to a progress
giving order to the wind
Seluna dances with the dark
the cosmos is their floor
she's the tiny ring in a pool
that ripples to so much more
Seluna counts off infinite
in a maiden moon affection
waxing full to mother and
waning to crone reflection
Seluna spins through eternity
wading in the ebb and flow
she's the weaver of the seasons
when to reap, when to sow
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