For the Bite Size No90 Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier
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*Line one is from a poem by Sara Teasdale *The moon is a curving flower of gold. Blue silk is the river below which gathers sweet Luna’s petal-face glow and mirrors it in a soft fold. Delight is the night as we - passion-souled - sail forth on the ribbon’s smooth flow!
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