As the sun sets by the tree of fire,
The wind blows high, and the clouds fly,
Over the wind and sky.
And I sit here, playing the lyre.
– Maya Desdemona
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Luminousis 
Hello dear readers!
Please be sure to let me know what you think about my poetry in the comments. I would really appreciate your thoughts, they are worth more than gold in this writer’s eyes.
Sincerely, Maya.
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