OF THE MOON AND LOVE
I didn’t know
The Moon would
Tell me stories
Even now
In a different language...
In his mother’s tongue?
We both knew
Though, there was a space,
In between the hills
Where the snake lives
In its slimy coat
To slither over the
Seeds?
We had sown them,
Remember?
In the fields....
One mystic night?
But with our hearts
Abandon
Moon said, “If only you knew.”
I knew, I know!
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