full moon last night was pensive

i have often asked myself

while looking at the full moon

why does it look so thoughtful, why dont i find

it smiling always

then i recall what you told me the other day

when we are away from each other

the time teases us,

the drop of dew are shy

of reflecting all the light they absorb

what do they do of the remaining light

they might have mixed it in the dew

so that memories become manure

and flowers remain in fresh bloom

longer, lighter, and last

till moon decides to take leave of its duties

and the lake is rebounding the songs you sang

while walking on green grass

like a shadow of moon in the early hours of the night

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