THE MOON’S DEPARTURE


The moon is ill tonight…

The crickets have fallen asleep
One, by one, underneath a breath of murmurs.

It is the night of on infinity,
The night of the seven wishes…
Or is it the time of the seven curses?

I raise my eyes towards the heavens
And fall on my knees:
“Do not let her die!” I pray
And then I see her
Slide along the tunnel of departure,,
Going behind the dark silhouette
Of the winter’s ghost!


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