I chased the moon
in the morning air
one day past its fullA ghost of itself
transparent hung
against a too
cool blue skyI know her sadness
staying too late
gone is her ebon fieldHe slipped away
when I was gone
to pray, dissolved
in sun’s rising
I chased the moon
in the morning air
one day past its fullA ghost of itself
transparent hung
against a too
cool blue skyI know her sadness
staying too late
gone is her ebon fieldHe slipped away
when I was gone
to pray, dissolved
in sun’s rising
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