Will ask hibiscus―
in twilight, to let moth
live its one night.
*
The bougainvillea
leaves, falling one by one,
always frighten you.
*
Bends like a bow,
the sickle moon, to pick up
its child in water.
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The tremors return, when I start drinking moon, from― your glittering eyes. These lines tell the whole story. A poem of great profundity. Thanks for sharing.