Air is still
Trees are poised
Just the Moon bragging its Curve
Some thoughts Dancing away …
“No Call will surplus”
“No message will replace”
“No words to describe”
“When the heart just needs to sing”
Like a coin torn apart
Head facing the West
Tail lost in the East
Waiting to reunite
On nights same to this
Till that night arises
May peace be upon you
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