Moon.
This is your night for napping.
Your eyelid lies in quarter time,
A cradle served on silhouettes.
Oh Moon.
This is your night for searching.
In half sleep glow
And furtive glance,
You stalk the salted skies.
Oh Full Moon.
This is your night for dining.
When one eye stares
In gluttons bright,
Sucking out the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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