These pebbles were
once a moon,
an old moon,
Our moon.
from
the liquid sky
a new moon
In the heart
of a lily
Sprouts
We will
all be gone
by the time
the new moon
blossoms
It will shine
over different people
Men
from the future
And we will
remain
Only in
our ancestral marks
that
we painted
with red fruit
in our caves,
In the broken,
downtrodden
Halls
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