How Pagans Came To Be
In the summer
When the sky is clear
The stars are more my home
Than my own bed
The stones and flora
Whisper my name
In the breeze
The water is warm
Silver springs call me
In the summer
My skin thaws
And my bones ache
For something less
Than ordinary
In the summer
I understand
How pagans
Came to be
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