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Conundrum moon

In the trees, through the leaves came crescent shadows

tiny silhouetted scooped moons upon the ground

without sound, black the round disappearing sun

in ways it came highlighting the shining of souls

and felt around the globe, shined like gold, like silver

like our shimmering days of lakes wet in rain forest waters

you and I on a path coming together, moving further and further

traveling through woods and smokes, traveling home

with a head full of smoke and eyes that cannot see me

my love I am truly in the fire.

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