29/11/25
moon
can i draw your waning and waxing
in my notebook? my shivering hands ,
adorn still every corner and page,
i miss you now, in my old age,
my windows closed, my eyes losing power
day by day, once upon a time, my bright star;
how can i not remember r my youth
when in competitions and meetings
till summer evenings, summer setting
aided by cool moon, my aide and solace:
where do you go in hiding in such a vast sky
in winter's broad chill and spread?
lovers and park, spring and summer
welcome you in their delight ul morn,
you be by my side, every moment's
inspiration , navigation to distant shores.
come moon , all the time, for my sake
for house is dull devoid of your gleam.
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R

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