A Poetess

She is a poetess:
Making moonbeams where there is no light,
Turning the ocean into the sea, the light,
Moving the forest from the day to the night,
Thinking about the wonder of the night,
Moulding words to speak for the good fight,
Trampling on convention, shining bright.

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