i feel love drip from the moon
it's been growing since noon
i can't tell where it was hiding
maybe away from your reach
nurtured by words of myths
watered by your falling tears
it came quick as ebbing waves
bubbled and it pulled the debris
to its unfathomable bosom to stay
so calm afterwards on the east
in dawning of the night's mist
rises the hope; beautiful quest
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